"Vast as heaven and earth may be, I stand above them all!"
"The Universe World is nothing more than a grain of sand in my eyes."
"Heh, hahaha..." Emperor Cang laughed, but his gaze grew ever colder. He struck like lightning, his figure dreamlike and illusory, every clash carrying heaven-opening power.
Ji Hao, meanwhile, commanded the Heavenly Dao. His so-called foot-wide universe was merely the manifestation of a single thought. Once he grew serious, even Emperor Cang would have to expend some effort to break through it.
From the Divine Form of qi to this foot-wide universe, Ji Hao's pursuit of defense had grown increasingly flamboyant and colorful.
"There are differences in strength even among Quasi-Immortal Emperors. Let me show you the power of an emperor!"
Rumble!
His hair shone, turning from ashen gray to gold. His entire bearing changed, his divine might unrivaled, his presence heroic and transcendent. Even his flesh seemed to fill out gradually, no longer withered.
Boom!
"Sacrifice heaven, sacrifice earth, sacrifice the heroic spirits!"
He shouted, his gaze terrifying beyond measure. As his eyes turned, they wrought all things into being, and an ancient, unadorned altar appeared before him.
This was his Emperor Law, the Dharma Technique upon which he had relied to become an emperor. More accurately, it should have been called a Quasi-Emperor Law. Though inferior to a true Emperor Law, it was far from weak, enough to rival Ji Hao's Yuanshi and Desolation's He Transforms Through the Ages.
His body blazed with dazzling light. Drops of blood fell onto the altar-not only black, but golden and even bright red.
Even Ji Hao could not help shuddering. Though he already knew Emperor Cang's path to enlightenment, witnessing these scenes again still sent a chill through him. It was not because of that power,