Absolute Heart Emperor and Xie Bumian were both puzzled. What junior?
The next moment, another tall, dark figure appeared. Xie Bumian could not help crying out in delight, "Brother Xianpo..."
That was right...
Yu Xianpo had arrived, and what he saw utterly surpassed his imagination.
"Junior, what a pity."
"I came a step too late. Had I arrived earlier, I could have added a little more seasoning to your Emperor Tribulation."
Watching Yu Xianpo walk toward him step by step, Yu Mang's spectral shadow clone wore a broad smile.
At those words, cold sweat seeped over Yu Xianpo's body. If Yu Mang interfered again, he would have almost no chance of surviving the Emperor Tribulation.
"However, it is not too late now..."
"Kneel at once and pay respects to me, your old clan chief. Otherwise, I will cleanse the clan."
A cold sneer tugged at his lips as the aura of the Prison Race surged from Yu Mang's body. The pressure of an Emperor bore down on Yu Xianpo, sending his beard and hair flying backward.
Yu Xianpo's eyes were icy cold, sword intent flashing wildly around his body as he withstood Yu Mang's Emperor pressure.
Yu Mang was now merely a spectral shadow clone, yet his Emperor pressure was even more terrifying than before. But Yu Xianpo was already an Emperor of the Sword Clan. He did not retreat in the slightest. Drawing the sword in his hand, he slowly pointed it forward.
A fight to the death with the old clan chief was unavoidable.
"You actually dare point a sword at me, your old ancestor. You truly disappoint me."
Speaking with a smile, Yu Mang stepped forward. The pressure and true qi around him had already swept the battlefield yin spirits into retreat. Though a spectral shadow clone