"Ha ha..." Emperor Zun threw back his head and laughed. Imperial might rolled off him as he declared, "In today's Primordial World, anyone who dares claim the imperial surname must die!"
Dijun laughed too, his voice full of approval and arrogance. "Exactly. In today's Primordial World, anyone who dares claim the imperial surname must die!"
The two laughed as they pronounced judgment on the imperial surname.
Their words rang out across the heavens. Sound waves took the shape of emperors and unleashed boundless pressure upon the sky and earth.
Boundless imperial intent surged through those sound waves like the laws of the Great Dao.
At that moment, everyone in the Primordial World sensed that something extraordinary was about to happen.
Somewhere in the land, a Loose Cultivator in seclusion heard the imperial proclamation and felt its blazing power. He cried out, "No! I named myself Di Guan. What business is that of yours, you two devils?"
His body exploded into a rain of blood.
Just like that, a man who had claimed the imperial surname was gone.
And it did not happen in just one place. The same scene played out across the land.
Throughout the vast land, those who had overestimated themselves and taken the imperial surname exploded one after another.
In moments, blood rained down everywhere, drawing cries of alarm across the Primordial Land.
"Damn... Aren't Dijun and Emperor Zun going too far?"
"Too far? They're tyrants without limits! They've crushed everyone who dared take the imperial surname!"
"Those two are insane! Daoist names may be immensely important in the Primordial World, but to slaughter people over a single surname?"
"No... It's different. A Daoist name carries Destiny. Haven't you noticed? With every one of those fools who dies, Dijun and Emperor Zun grow stronger!"
"Strange, though. Their