His fist shook the heavens; his will shattered time.
Blood essence, magical power, spirit, will realm, Dao attainment...
All of it converged in a single punch.
Faced without warning with this Weird Immortal Emperor, Ye Fan remained calm. Beneath that calm, an intent gathered within him.
Then came the eruption, like Buzhou Mountain collapsing, like the Boundless Chaos Sea roaring in a tidal wave, like a world-ending volcano erupting.
This was the greatest punch Ye Fan had thrown since embarking on his path. Its target was an Immortal Emperor.
"I am the Heavenly Emperor! How could I stand among demons and monsters!"
Upright and magnificent, he ruled the Eight Wastelands and Six Directions, governed the myriad Daos, and was emperor for all living beings, for the Great Dao, for heaven and earth.
The instant Ye Fan threw that punch at an Immortal Emperor, his spirit ascended, and his will blazed with its most brilliant light.
With this punch, he saw his heart clearly and knew his true nature.
With this punch, he pressed forward without turning back.
With this punch, the Heavenly Emperor descended upon the mortal world.
Not every Quasi-Immortal Emperor had the chance—or the standing—to throw a punch at an Immortal Emperor.
If Ye Fan had spent endless ages reaching the Third Stage of Quasi-Immortal Emperor, the Red-Haired Immortal Emperor would not have cared even if he had learned of Ye Fan. He would never have appeared, much less spoken to him.
To dispose of a Third Stage Quasi-Immortal Emperor, an Immortal Emperor could sit within the boundless Calamity Land and strike across endless space-time, wiping him out with ease.
The Quasi-Immortal Emperor would never even know who had killed him.
Only Ye Fan's brilliance had drawn the Weird Immortal Emperor here in person.
True, Ye Fan and