A long howl shook the ten directions. Many stars beyond the heavens dimmed from the shock as Zhao Wuji became a golden rainbow, ripping through the void and charging toward Li Yan. His tall, imposing frame seemed cast from gold, powerful and strong, with a metallic sheen.
The Black Dragon Spear in his hand was peerlessly sharp. It pierced the void, collapsing space with terrifying destructive force, as if it could pierce through anything in its way.
"So strong!"
The Demon Emperors watching from afar all looked solemn and shocked.
Some Quasi-Emperors were watching secretly from even farther away. They felt an overwhelming aura and could hardly keep from convulsing.
"The gap between us and him has actually grown this enormous!" Qin Thirteen said with a bitter smile.
Ye Qilin, Liu Tiandu, and the others also wore bitter expressions. Even if they attained Emperorhood, they would still be far behind Zhao Wuji.
Ye Qilin and the others had especially good reason to feel this way. Before their reincarnations, none of them had reached the realm of the strongest Great Emperor.
Yet Zhao Wuji, a junior who had cultivated for less than a thousand years, had already surpassed their past selves. It felt like they'd taken ten thousand points of damage.
"Boom!"
A searing blaze shot into the sky. Boundless divine flames pierced heaven and the deepest reaches of the underworld, like a blazing sun shining overhead in all its splendor.
At that moment, Li Yan seemed to have become a star, wrapped in terrifying divine flames as he charged toward Zhao Wuji.
"He's just a junior. Even at the realm of the strongest Great Emperor, he's nothing special." A domineering voice rang from the heavens, its oppressive force filling the world.
"A mere great-grandson dares to act tough in front