Zang Mingyue climbed to his feet, his eyes glaring fiercely at Zhao Fu. "Today, this Imperial Prince will definitely slaughter you, you piece of trash. Now I'll show you the true power of an Imperial Prince of the Zang Empire."
Boom!
Zang Mingyue slammed a hand forcefully onto the ground. An utterly terrifying power erupted, followed by an earthshaking blast. It was as though heaven and earth were collapsing; countless rays of purple light shot out from the cracks, and a ten-thousand-meter-tall figure appeared in the sky.
The figure was indistinct and dressed in a purple dragon robe. It seemed to be a man, yet an immense aura of an ancient Emperor radiated from his body.
Under that aura, the air seemed to stop flowing and time itself seemed to freeze. Every living being on the fifth level felt that terrifying Emperor's aura, as though the entire world had sunk beneath its overwhelming pressure.
Countless people could not move. Their bodies and souls were scoured by the immense Emperor's aura, and like ants, they had not the slightest power to resist—only boundless despair.
This was the founding Emperor of the Zang Empire, as well as a special secret technique of the Zang Empire: summoning a deceased Emperor. An Emperor who had founded an empire was naturally incomparably powerful, but judging by how blurry the figure was, Zang Mingyue clearly had not fully brought out its power.
After the Emperor's phantom appeared, it turned into a streak of light and entered Zang Mingyue's body. His power instantly surged to its peak, and even space could not withstand it, warping bit by bit.
Zang Mingyue raised his head to look at Zhao Fu. Purple light shot from his eyes as his body vanished in an instant, reappearing before Zhao Fu and slashing