Fast—very fast!
In the blink of a thought, figures were already visible.
One of them was incredibly fast. In an instant, he surpassed everyone else, like a bolt of lightning striking at Li Su from tens of thousands of miles away.
With a simple chop of the hand, he slashed straight down at Li Su's neck.
"I'll be taking your head."
"If you want to hate someone, blame your own bad luck!"
Along with the descending hand-blade, his voice silently poured into Li Su's mind.
Li Su had known a fierce battle was unavoidable, but he had not expected the very first fight to be against an opponent like this!
This was an elementary War Emperor, merely wearing the outward appearance of a Battle Emperor—the so-called Ten Million Dao Realm!
Li Su's brows lifted slightly. Even if he could not use Saint Supreme, greatly reducing his combat strength, with his top-tier foundation and peerless talent, there were only a handful of Taiyi in this world who could force him to use the Supreme while at the same realm.
At the Daluo Realm, one was suppressed by the realm itself. Though there was still a certain advantage, it depended on the opponent.
Against a Ten-Fire Taiyi, he truly might not be able to win. But above the mythic level, it was a different matter altogether.
At the very least, once the Ten Million Dao Realm was realm-suppressed, fighting Twelve Fires would already be extraordinarily difficult; Thirteen Fires would be roughly even; Fourteen Fires could basically turn the tables and kill them; and Fifteen Fires went without saying—they were beings capable of fighting across realms.
The threat this opponent posed to him was only around Eleven Fires.
Li Su raised both hands and abruptly rubbed them together. Taiji force spread directly between