The Night Owl-like voice fell, and a terrifying aura blanketed the Underground Palace.
There was someone else?
The expressions of the Jiang Family members changed slightly. From the intruder's words, it seemed that even when facing a Saint, he still had a certain degree of confidence!
A trace of amusement flashed through Chu Yang's eyes. He stepped directly to the side, pointed at Jiang Taixu, and said softly, "You're right. In that case, go around me and kill the Old God-King!"
There was no longer any need for him to interfere in what came next.
"Young Emperor Chu, I have heard of you. If you truly can borrow the Power of Past Life, this old man will withdraw at once!" The Night Owl-like voice rang out again.
He seemed somewhat wary. Suspecting that Chu Yang had stepped aside so easily because there might be some trick involved, he did not dare act rashly.
In truth, Chu Yang's greatest reliance was still his True Spirit, but since there were other ways to handle things, why did he need to act personally?
The so-called Power of Past Life was like a Nuclear Weapon. Its mere existence was a deterrent, but if he truly brought it out, matters would become far more complicated.
Deterrence and directly facing pressure were two entirely different things. Once the various sacred lands and aristocratic families all became convinced that he could mobilize the power of a Great Emperor at any time, what would they think?
That would mean that this era—even perhaps a very, very long period of time—might be completely overshadowed by Chu Yang alone.
It was a good thing for the Human Race to have an Emperor.
But for the sacred lands and aristocratic families, it would be an incomparably dark era.
Thus, some might