"How many days was I unconscious?" Ye Fan looked at his tattered clothes and the dog-tooth marks on them. His face instantly darkened as he stared fixedly at Black Emperor, clenching his fists again and again.
This big black dog had definitely done plenty of outrageous things while he was unconscious. He simply hadn't succeeded.
"Well, uh, everything that happened during those three days was Lin Xian's doing."
Black Emperor immediately broke into a cold sweat. Without hesitation, he sold out Holy Master Lin and washed his paws of all responsibility. Lin Xian was the mastermind; at most, he had merely been a lackey.
Ye Fan sneered twice. A lackey? Hardly. Black Emperor held a very important position in Tianxuan and even the Heavenly Court. He was certainly on the level of their dog-headed strategist.
His Sacred Fist surged, myriad divine and demonic runes appearing together. They became the most terrifying flames in the world, forging the supreme Imperial Path.
He couldn't beat Holy Master Lin, but surely he could deal with Black Emperor.
"It has nothing to do with me! Making you the retired emperor was Lin Xian's idea!"
Black Emperor hurriedly cried out, afraid of getting beaten.
"Retired emperor?"
Ye Fan remained calm, as though he had expected this. "If they want the position of Emperor Zun, let them have it."
A Heavenly Emperor was never elected. That position was won in genuine combat, one punch at a time.
Without being invincible beneath the heavens, even someone who rashly proclaimed himself emperor would eventually be driven from his throne, shattering the myth that a Great Emperor could never be defeated.
"Where I stand, none can rival me. I shall reign supreme over the world. Whether you're a prodigy or an Emperor's Son-even if an Ancient Emperor returned in