A mysterious figure, shrouded in a sphere of spiritual energy, stood in midair.
The hazy halo cast by the figure seemed gentle, yet it blocked every probing gaze from every direction, leaving no way to see its true appearance.
Its features were indistinct, its figure tall and slender, its bearing warm and refined.
Beyond that, it possessed an unparalleled aura that towered above heaven and earth, peerless in its age, like a supreme ruler commanding an ancient sect and its billions of followers.
The instant the mysterious figure appeared, the ten-thousand-zhang golden hand descending from the heavens seemed to twist as if caught in a mysterious field. A Heaven Sovereign's strike was annihilated on the spot.
The War Emperor's expression changed dramatically. Even he couldn't see through that halo.
"Teacher."
Standing beside the white-robed Heavenly Emperor, Mu Chen obediently cupped his hands.
As the Daoist Sect's Supreme's close disciple, any attempt to ambush its successor would draw the attention of the Ancient Heavenly Emperor. Though separated by hundreds of millions of miles, he had projected his spiritual energy here.
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To be watched over and have safeguards left behind by more than one taboo being who had entered the Saint Grade realm—such heaven-defying fortune was beyond what ordinary people would even dare dream of.
The Master of the Daoist Sect, who had deliberately concealed his presence, gave a slight nod.
Then he looked toward the golden-robed figure in the distance. "To use your Immortal Grade power to crush a junior Earth Sovereign—such shameless behavior is something only you could manage."
"Is that how you earned the title Emperor of Hundred Battles?"
The Heavenly Emperor's words were pointed and barbed, utterly mocking and cutting.
The War Emperor was naturally ashamed and furious.
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