Meng Chuan left the Foreign Realm with a wave of his sleeve, taking only five Undying Kings with him and leaving another gravely wounded.
He had destroyed nothing else.
But after Meng Chuan left, the Undying Kings of the Foreign Realm emerged one after another.
The clash of kings had sent violent auras surging, stirring the Heavenly Secrets. The Imperial Clans had also awakened their Ancient Ancestors, bringing some of the Foreign Realm's kings out of seclusion.
Yet once they emerged and learned what had happened, the kings fell silent.
"Are you certain he was an Emperor?" an Undying King asked gravely.
He was questioning the Giant whom Meng Chuan had sent flying with a slap.
"I'm not certain." The Giant shook his head. "I've never seen an Emperor."
Of course he hadn't. Who could be certain?
Emperors existed only in legend. None had ever appeared in the world, and no one even knew whether they truly existed.
How could he dare guarantee that Meng Chuan was one?
"But he could have killed me with ease. He suppressed Wushang and the others with one hand."
"Does it matter whether someone like that is an Emperor?"
The kings were silent. With power like his, it hardly mattered whether he had reached the Emperor realm.
Either way, his was an absolute power that could kill Undying Kings with ease and leave them helpless to resist.
Once the gulf in strength grew vast enough, reaching that particular realm no longer mattered.
Take a Saint in the Later Era's Shrouding the Heavens era, for example. Suppose he encountered a Cultivator whose realm he could not distinguish: Ninth Heaven Quasi-Emperor or Alternative Dao Attainment.
What difference would the answer make? Would it matter which of the two the Cultivator was?
No. Either way, the Saint