The Emperor Qing Faded Away, Emperor Weapons Collided, and All Ten Directions Were Annihilated

Emperor Qing looked at the Quasi-Emperor Saint Spirit and paused for a moment. He sighed without speaking, then calmly extended one finger.

Hum!

In an instant, the Saint Spirit's palm froze. No matter how many laws he invoked, he could not bring it down another inch.

Their clash looked utterly uneventful. Emperor Qing casually erased even the power that spilled from it, raising only a faint breeze. Otherwise, few of those present would have survived.

The people below the Immortal Transformation Pool stared in a daze. They had thought the Saint Spirit was invincible enough, yet Emperor Qing had stopped him with a single finger.

"Emperor Qing truly deserves his name! He was the only Great Emperor to attain the Dao in the Post-Ancient Era, creating a miracle of that age!"

Scalps tingled. The power wielded by this Great Emperor of the Demon Race had passed beyond anything they could imagine.

Duan De and Ye Fan exchanged a glance and finally breathed easier. Then Duan De bared his teeth at Ye Fan. He had gone down into Emperor Qing's Yin Burial Mound only because Ye Fan had said he threw the Green Copper Fragment inside.

"These people are not yours to touch," Emperor Qing said calmly.

The dragon-robed Quasi-Emperor immediately retreated several steps, his Ancient War Chariot rumbling.

"Stop putting on the airs of a Great Emperor. Don't think I don't know your true condition. You died ten thousand years ago. You're nowhere near your former peak."

"I had meant to spare you. Your nine apertures have gained sentience, and you are close to becoming a Saint Spirit. It took heaven and earth millions of years to nurture you. But you refuse to abandon your evil nature. So be it. Today, I'll send you on your way!"

Emperor Qing grew