"Fellow Daoist Xukun, stop him!" a blood-soaked Quasi-Immortal Emperor roared. He had just taken one of Ye Bufan's punches and nearly died; even his origin had dimmed into darkness.
Ye Bufan was not on the same level as them. At a glance, he was clearly a powerhouse meant to hold down the field. To stop him, they could only send out someone of the same caliber.
"I can't." Xiao Xukun waved a hand. What a joke—no salary, so why risk his life?
He had experienced Ye Bufan's strength firsthand. It was terrifying beyond belief. Though proud, he knew that even if he went all out, he would not be Ye Bufan's match. Rather than rush over to stop him, he might as well keep coasting.
Coasting for a moment felt great.
Coasting forever felt great forever.
"If you can't do it, then we definitely can't!"
Another Quasi-Immortal Emperor shouted.
Yet before his words had even faded, golden vitality submerged him. Ye Bufan charged past, blasting him apart on the spot.
"Heavenly Emperor Fist!" Ye Bufan howled.
Golden vitality surged like raging waves, drowning heaven and earth. He was invincible above and below, his fist imprint as vast as the Great Dao itself, pressing across the firmament. Wherever it passed, all things were swept flat!
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"
The Quasi-Immortal Emperors of the Upper Heavens were defeated one after another. Ye Bufan was too ferocious, like a humanoid prehistoric beast. No one could stop him—not even the enemy's field-holding powerhouses.
The pressure on everyone in the Emperor Alliance dropped sharply. Ye Bufan darted through the battlefield, placing immense pressure on their opponents.
Those who had yet to be attacked were all shrinking back in fear.
Ye Bufan was too strong. They feared that one moment of carelessness would see them crushed