"Is that... emperor's might?"
He watched as a mysterious totem and two golden rings spread out beneath Lin Zhen's feet.
Lu Xiangtian retreated several steps, yet still could not escape their reach.
Then Lin Zhen slowly raised his right arm, spread his fingers, and gently swept his fingertips downward.
Boom!!
The next second, an invisible, intangible force pressed down on Lu Xiangtian, forcing his knees to buckle.
He knelt on the ground, rooted in place, unable to pull free.
Crack! Crack!
Then even his arms could no longer support him and were forcibly snapped.
The sounds of breaking bones rang out crisply.
His entire body lay prostrate, face pressed to the ground.
Where was even a trace of the imposing presence a Great Emperor should have possessed?
All that remained was helplessness and humiliation.
"H-how could this happen?!" Lu Xiangtian tried several times to lift his head and look his opponent in the eye, but could not manage it.
It felt as though a foot weighing ten billion jin was planted on his head.
The only thing Lu Xiangtian knew was that Lin Zhen was strong-more than several times stronger than himself.
They were both Great Emperors. By rights, they should have been evenly matched.
Yet in reality, he was utterly powerless to fight back...
Watching everything unfold from the sidelines, Lin An and the others found their minds crashing over and over.
They stood frozen as if turned to stone, at a complete loss.
They began questioning everything they knew.
More than once, they asked themselves, Was the old man really that strong?
At least in their recollection, he certainly had not been.
They knew Lu Xiangtian's strength. In terms of cultivation techniques, he even held an edge over Lin Zhen.
Yet now, facing Lin Zhen, he had been