Four Quasi-Immortal Emperors—who could stand against them at the same level?
Everything should have been crushed to dust and consigned to history.
Shi Hao and the others had worried for seven hundred thousand years because they thought Meng Chuan alone probably—no, definitely—could not defeat the Four Emperors.
No one could withstand that. Defeat, even death in battle, would have been the natural outcome.
Just as when he had set out, Shi Hao had come prepared to collect Meng Chuan's remains.
The thought was dispiriting, but it truly was what he had expected.
Yet everything Shi Hao saw after arriving was the exact opposite of what he had imagined. It overturned everything he believed.
The Dark Quasi-Immortal Emperors had strength in numbers and should have been the victors, but every last one of them had been suppressed here.
Meng Chuan had stood alone and seemed to be in terrible danger, yet he had won a sweeping victory, suppressed every enemy, and gone in search of the Ultimate Darkness.
Meng Chuan was alive, and he was still this ferocious. That was good news, but Shi Hao was left speechless.
He was dumbfounded.
He shouldn't be this fierce...
How could anyone be this fierce? It wasn't possible. At the very least, no one should be.
Uncle Meng, where exactly is your limit?
Are you really a man without limits?
At the same time, Shi Hao easily sensed from Azure Emperor and the other two a resonance similar to the technique inscribed upon the Emperor Fire.
That gave him pause.
Perhaps the technique inscribed upon the Emperor Fire had been designed specifically to counter these three Dark Quasi-Immortal Emperors.
Could it let me take their lives with ease?
"Who's there?!"
"Yuan, you've returned?!"
Azure Emperor and the others sensed Shi Hao's gaze and shouted