Seeing Yuan Zhi suddenly turn into a raging madman, Meng Chuan felt a stir in his heart.
"Why does the title 'Heavenly Emperor' affect him so strongly?" Meng Chuan could not understand it. Even in the eyes of All Living Beings in Shrouding the Heavens, Emperor Zun had once established the Heavenly Court. It was surprising, but surely not to this extent.
"Anyone who dares call himself Heavenly Emperor must die?" Meng Chuan pondered Yuan Zhi's expression. It did not look as though reverence made him forbid others from using the title. It looked more like he felt Abomination toward the title itself!
"Heavenly Emperor... Heavenly Emperor. Could he be another descendant of the Foreign Realm from ages past?" Meng Chuan racked his brains but could not make sense of it. If Yuan Zhi was a descendant of the Foreign Realm, and his people had records of what a certain Milk Baby Heavenly Emperor had done back then, why had he claimed at first that he had never seen a mortal strike down an Immortal?
"Die!"
Yuan Zhi roared. Blood-colored flooded the Starry Sky, bringing a suffocating pressure. This True Immortal's killing intent had taken physical form!
At Yuan Zhi's roar, streams of Xuanhuang Qi spread from his body. In moments, they formed a Profound Yellow cloud around him!
Crack!
A Xuanhuang Sword appeared above Yuan Zhi's head. It carried hints of a world taking shape and a power no technique could breach, yet it also radiated an unmatched edge that could cut through anything!
It was an Immortal Artifact! Yuan Zhi's own True Immortal artifact!
Meng Chuan's eyes lit up at the sight of the Xuanhuang Sword. That aura! That quality! That shape!
Wonderful!
Ding!
The Xuanhuang Sword trembled, unleashing a hundred million rays of light from its edge.