When the Brilliant Sun descended upon the world, everything fell silent. All other light was seized, leaving only that sun falling from the sky.
The fiery barrier formed by the quasi-emperor-tier formation no longer lay dormant. It rose of its own accord, instantly swelling to several inches thick before Flameflow Imperial Heir, not daring to ignore the threat.
Sizzle!
When the dazzling golden sun struck the crimson barrier, it dented the quasi-sixth-tier formation's shield into a deep crater. Ripples spread outward in ring after ring as the sun and crimson light annihilated each other with a terrifying sizzle.
Space silently dissolved. Any king who touched it would die on the spot, without exception.
When the sun had worn away to a certain point,
Boom!
A terrible explosion erupted. Vast swaths of space shattered. Apart from the Flame Imperial Throne, the palace's beams and pillars snapped, its roof collapsed, and a vast expanse of sky opened overhead.
Amid the dust, the blood-robed Daoist was hurled dozens of miles back as though struck by a sledgehammer.
But he was unharmed.
Golden and scarlet flames burned in Jiang Ding's eyes as he stared at the Flame Imperial Throne.
"A quasi-emperor!!"
Amid the falling rubble, beams, and roof tiles, Flameflow Imperial Heir sat on the Flame Imperial Throne, panic on his face. "You possess quasi-emperor-tier power?" he cried.
"Impossible!"
"That's absolutely impossible!"
A quasi-emperor!
Even among the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, such a being would rank among the most powerful figures. There were fewer quasi-emperors than Great Emperors—far fewer. No, not merely fewer. There might not be any at all!
An ordinary king could not possibly possess the foundation of a quasi-emperor.
Those with such a foundation were generally imperial heirs or ancient imperial heirs, but they usually attained the quasi-emperor realm only after