She was one of the leading figures of the Nine Heavens in this era, all but invincible. Very few could stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
"No need. I alone will suffice!"
"If I can't even crush a few little underling tribes, then I've worn the name Thunder Emperor for nothing!" Ji Hao was utterly confident, regarding the Imperial Tribes as clay chickens and pottery dogs, beneath his notice. He deliberately twisted "imperial" into "inferior," knocking their lofty status down in an instant.
"Hahaha! A few little underlings dared to act so arrogant!"
Behind him, Royal Tribe cultivators laughed. They had long disliked those so-called Imperial Tribes. They were all descendants of Immortal Kings, yet those people insisted on calling themselves Imperial Tribes, posing as big bad wolves and cheapening the standing of the other Immortal King descendants.
"Good. Very good. Very good indeed!"
"You dared insult the Imperial Tribes. Are you ready to have your head cut off?" the being at their head demanded. His name was Kuaitian. He was not from an Imperial Tribe, but his status was even more terrifying: he was an Immortal King's disciple, an existence comparable to an Immortal King Progeny.
"What can you do to me?" Ji Hao lifted his chin slightly and sneered.
Bang!
In an instant, despite the great distance between them, both radiated boundless light. A Fist Print collided with a Palm Print, crushing everything like rotten wood and sending golden waves of sand surging into the sky across the vast desert, blotting out the sun.
The sight was terrifying. Sand and stones flew across the boundless battlefield, and hundreds of thousands of miles shook violently.
Space split apart everywhere. Huge black fissures crisscrossed and spread into the endless distance. Heaven and earth shattered, utterly broken beneath the two men's