"Get the hell out here!"
With a furious roar from Hong Batian, a gigantic crimson palm crushed the entire golden divine mountain. In its palm stood an old man, staring at Hong Batian in the distance with a face full of terror.
That figure was Jin Yang. His whole body was trembling now, his heart filled with fear.
How long had it been? Ever since breaking through to the Divine Emperor realm, how long had it been since he had felt such terror?
This time, he had found that familiar feeling of fear once more.
"Old man, I tried to discuss this with you nicely, but you wouldn't listen. Now you're forcing me to get rough, huh?"
Hong Batian sneered at Jin Yang.
"You're not a Divine Emperor at all. What cultivation are you really at? Have you taken that step?"
Jin Yang's face was filled with terror. The battle power Hong Batian had displayed was not something a Divine Emperor should possess. Even a peak Divine Emperor expert could not possibly leave him so powerless.
Then there was only one truth: Hong Batian was not at the Divine Emperor level at all—he was beyond the Divine Emperor realm.
"Who told you I was a Divine Emperor? But you really are far too weak. Now, I'll say it one more time: everyone at Golden Crow Pass will obey Chu Yang's orders. Understand?"
Hong Batian's tone was icy. At his words, Jin Yang shuddered violently, then nodded like a chick pecking at grain, looking incomparably obedient.
"Wouldn't it have been better if you'd been this sensible from the start? What a hassle. People really are cheap—unless they get beaten up, they never know who they are."
After saying that, Hong Batian casually tossed Jin Yang away. Jin Yang's reassembled body fell