"Cough!"
In the Depths of the Dao Realm, Meng Chuan's face was pale. He coughed up mouthfuls of blood, his aura feeble.
"An Emperor Light Immortal King really is powerful."
Meng Chuan evaporated the blood at the corner of his mouth. In his final clash with that giant Black Flame palm, he had used every means at his disposal and ultimately broken it.
But he was hardly in good shape. He could only return to Shrouding the Heavens for now; what he needed to do in the world of The Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty would have to wait.
If an Emperor Light Immortal King had struck in person, even an Immortal King Giant could not have withstood the blow. He would have been killed instantly.
The fact that Meng Chuan had broken this attack did not mean he had surpassed Immortal King Giants.
There was a vast difference between a living Emperor Light Immortal King striking in person and the force of a single blow sealed inside a bead.
The latter was an inanimate thing. It could only charge straight ahead, without the slightest variation, so Meng Chuan could slowly wear it down with his various methods.
"This seems to be the first time I've been hurt this badly since those four from the Outer Regions." Meng Chuan slumped onto the sofa and suddenly laughed.
He had never suffered such a severe injury even before becoming a Great Emperor. With the speed at which he cultivated, who among his contemporaries could have hurt him?
After he became a Great Emperor, the Forbidden Zones had remained quiet. Only shortly after he joined the Chat Group, when four figures descended from the Outer Regions, had Meng Chuan been injured. They had forced him to travel to the Dou Qi Continent,