"I'm a Quasi-Emperor. Who would dare kill me? Who could kill me?"
Fang Yang's confident yet calm voice echoed through this layer of heaven. A terrifying pressure spread outward, accompanied by waves of Dao resonance, as though heaven and earth themselves were paying homage to an invincible Quasi-Emperor.
Faced with Fang Yang's words,
Duan De's expression became extraordinarily colorful—thirty percent surprise, thirty percent panic, thirty percent shock, and ten percent disbelief.
Boundless Heavenly Venerable!
He had only stayed here for a few years. How the Boundless Heavenly Venerable had Fang Yang become a Quasi-Emperor already?
The times had changed.
These days, cultivators under a hundred years old could become Quasi-Emperors. Meanwhile, he, someone who had once unearthed evidence that he might have been a Heavenly Venerable, had only just reached the Half-Saint realm at his current age.
Duan De was deeply versed in tomb raiding and yin corpses. He even had several Samsara Seals within his body, so he could naturally see through Fang Yang's true nature. He was absolutely not some supreme being who had reincarnated.
And for an ordinary cultivator, even a Chaos Body from the Mythological Era probably could not become a Quasi-Emperor before reaching a hundred years old. Wasn't this absurd beyond all reason?
"Greetings, Quasi-Emperor!"
Duan De's expression shifted uncertainly. His lips trembled, but his attitude finally turned respectful as he bowed to Fang Yang.
He knew that a tragically thick wall now stood between himself and Fang Yang.
A Half-Saint could dominate an ordinary life-bearing star, but only one such star. Unable to travel freely through the boundless void, their influence could not expand any further.
A Quasi-Emperor, however, was an existence capable of dominating the entire universe. Once they established a faction, it would immediately rise to become a top hegemon of its