"Li Jinhuang, I never imagined that you possessed such ability—enough to contend against the entire Heavenly Court single-handedly."
"And now, you've driven the Heavenly Court into a dead end. Good, good, well done."
Amid countless towering immortal mountains, the current Heavenly Court Emperor sat upon a dragon throne fashioned from white immortal jade, gazing darkly at Li Jinhuang in the distance.
Around him stood the Heavenly Court's final reserves: over ten thousand Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal experts.
Beyond that, five Dao artifacts hung suspended in the vault of heaven, each one emanating threads of icy light.
One of those Dao artifacts was even more outrageous—the chill it gave off made even Ye Lin sense a trace of danger.
This thing didn't seem like a Dao artifact.
Ye Lin could not help raising his head to look at the purple-gold gourd at the very center.
Billions upon billions of troops guarded the Heavenly Court Emperor at the heart of their formation. The lineup was nothing short of extravagant.
This was the Heavenly Court's final foundation.
"Victory belongs to the king, defeat to the bandit. Defeat is defeat."
Li Jinhuang slightly raised his head and spoke softly to the Heavenly Court Emperor in the distance.
His tone was exceptionally calm, as though he were merely stating some commonplace matter.
Hearing those words and seeing Li Jinhuang's tranquil expression, the Heavenly Court Emperor's anger surged. His hands clenched tightly behind his back as he stared at Li Jinhuang, his face livid.
If the Divine Beast Clan had not rebelled at the critical moment, how could Li Jinhuang have stormed the Heavenly Court so easily?
Did he really think the foundations the Heavenly Court had accumulated over so many years were a joke?
The Divine Beast Clan's betrayal had taken away at least sixty