Facing the encirclement of powerful foes, Jiang Yun showed no trace of panic.
Behind him, two curved blades—one yin, one yang—hung in the air. An aura only slightly inferior to that of an Ancient Great Emperor spread from them, so terrifying that people could not help wanting to kneel.
More Quasi-Emperor Weapons! And these seemed only a hair's breadth from Emperor Weapons.
The two Yin-Yang Curved Blades circled Jiang Yun leisurely, radiating an aura that seemed no weaker than an Emperor Weapon's, as though they could stand against the God-Refining Pot.
The confidence some of the encircling Great Saints had gained from the Ancient Emperor Weapon collapsed. Some were so frightened they retreated several yards.
They no longer cared about saving face. A cornered beast would fight, and someone was bound to die.
None of them wanted to be that someone!
"I have to admit, Jiang Yun, fortune has truly smiled on you!
You probably have more than six Quasi-Emperor Weapons. All the better—there'll be enough to divide among our races!"
Mist swirled and golden radiance spread. Mizhen of the Light Race stood within the glow, gazing greedily at the two curved blades.
His four faces wore different expressions, yet his might was overwhelming, as though a peerless divine lord stood between heaven and earth.
Above his head, the God-Refining Pot, forged from Evolving Green Gold, floated in the Star Sea and glittered with precious light. It resembled an ocean beneath the moon, its surface shimmering as it released boundless spiritual energy, as though it meant to swallow the entire cosmos.
The Ancient Emperor's might revived. Galaxies shook, the universe trembled, and an undying power filled Mizhen with incomparable confidence.
"Hmph. You don't dare bring out the Ten Thousand Dragon Bell, do you? Our Dragon Race friends are watching nearby.