Clearheart Hall.
The Human Emperor slowly rose from his throne and shook his head.
"You wanted to go to Yanmen. I agreed."
"You wanted to explore the ruins in the Mist Sea together. I agreed to that too."
"Since your reincarnation, you've lived in the present-day Imperial Dynasty and grown up under the teachings of Human Civilization. How could you turn on us just like that?"
Before him, fifteen seconds had passed on the thirty-second advertisement displayed on the screen of light.
The battle was about to begin!
Below the raised platform.
A man in his thirties spoke without expression.
"We only wanted a chance to get close to you, so we could destroy the Imperial Dynasty and rule all humanity."
"You're that confident you can kill me?" the emperor asked.
"Poor fool. I'm afraid you've only just learned to use Imagos. Perhaps before you die, I can show you what a real Imago is—at least then you can close your eyes in peace," the man said.
The thirty-second advertisement ended!
Layer upon layer of spectral Imagos surged from both of them, condensing into solid forms.
A heavy Black Coffin dozens of meters long appeared behind the man, on the verge of opening—
But Human Emperor Lu Chaowu was already in front of him.
Too fast!
Before the man could react, Lu Chaowu clamped one hand around his neck, seized his head with the other, and wrenched it outward!
His head came free with a long stretch of spine attached, and Lu Chaowu threw it to the ground.
Even that hadn't killed him.
"Say your last words. One advantage of my Law when it kills is that you feel no pain at first, so you still have enough breath to speak."
Human Emperor Lu Chaowu spoke coldly.
The Severed Head