The Emperor You had arrived!
Moxiuluo had already sensed it by then. This power, nine times out of ten, came from the first-generation Emperor You. How could this peerless powerhouse, the number one man under heaven, possibly have no reaction to the current state of Heart-Returning Prison's nineteenth level?
A vast, crushing violence descended, as though the sky itself were about to fall straight down.
In that instant, it seemed as if a giant hand had descended from the heavens. That invisible force slammed down, forcibly driving the Sinister Dragon within the earth back into the crust.
With a boom, even the world seemed to warp beneath that blow.
Even Moxiuluo could not gauge how tyrannical the force contained in that strike was. Could Immortal God-level experts truly accomplish even this? Honestly, he did not think so at all.
Though he knew that those who had stepped into the Immortal God realm—those wielders of great divine abilities, those of great accomplishment—could command mighty power beyond the bounds of imagination, this level of power was far too excessive, far too outrageous!
How boundless was the Sinister Dragon's power? It was the limitless might contained within the earth, the workings of nature's creation. The first-generation Emperor You's act was like seeing a volcano erupt, magma and rocks blasting skyward, only for someone to strike it once with their palm and collapse the entire volcano back down.
With just that one palm strike, all the magma, volcanic ash, rocks—everything—seemed to have been beaten back. The Sinister Dragon was instantly pressed dead back into its original place.
The dragon vein itself was rocked ceaselessly by the impact of this force. Yet even so, that heaven-surging might did not burst through the surface. The first-generation Emperor You had firmly suppressed it deep within the earth's