Divine Tree, Immortal Arts!?

"Ah!!"

On the field, the burly warrior lay on the ground, howling in pain.

Blood continuously gushed from his legs, spreading across the ground. The sight of torn flesh mixed with white bone was utterly horrifying.

This sudden scene instantly shocked everyone present. Their expressions turned wary as they drew their swords and aimed them at Aizen.

The scene was simply too bizarre. Without any warning, a powerful warrior had suddenly been reduced to such a miserable state.

At this moment, even with the blades that had once made them invincible in their hands, the warriors felt not the slightest sense of security.

Aizen paid no attention to everyone targeting him. He merely looked at the Emperor, who was being guarded by the others, and said calmly.

"I already said that I do not want anyone to defy my will."

After hearing Aizen's words, no one dared rashly say anything further to the Emperor. They merely stared at Aizen in full alert.

The Emperor frowned tightly. Looking into Aizen's deep, calm eyes, his heart also tensed slightly.

Clearly, this man who called himself a visitor from another world possessed some terrifying power. He was extremely dangerous!

Forced by the situation, he wore a grave expression and pondered for a long while before finally saying in a deep voice.

"It is the offspring of a dragon beast. I cannot allow it to continue wreaking havoc near the earth veins."

"If you wish to take it in, then return to the Ancestor Country with me. As the ruler of the country, I can permit you to keep it somewhere we can observe."

After saying that, he stared gravely into Aizen's eyes.

This was already the greatest concession he could make. If this mysterious man named Aizen refused—

Then, even if they had