A Divine Rank Divine Weapon was something no prodigy disciple like the young man could possess in his sect. Even the Sect Master had no right to hold one.
They were simply too scarce. The sect had only one pitiful weapon of that rank, kept by one of its hidden powerhouses.
According to the sect's rules, whoever had the strongest fist earned the right to keep it temporarily.
Yes, temporarily. If someone surpassed its keeper in strength, that Divine Rank Divine Weapon would belong to them.
That alone had been enough to astonish the young man and his junior sister.
They had never expected Ye Qingcheng to then unleash Emperor's Might, supreme power far beyond anything they understood.
It belonged to a domain even the Great Emperors of their world had never reached. Naturally, they could not possibly mistake her for a Quasi-Emperor.
That made it all the harder to understand. With a Divine Rank Divine Weapon in hand and the strength of a Great Emperor, why did Ye Qingcheng obey Chen Mu and act so humbly before him?
To Ye Chennan and his two companions, Great Emperors were domineering beings who stood high above all others, looked down on everything, and regarded all creation as weeds and straw dogs.
Ye Qingcheng was clearly stronger than those emperors, yet she displayed none of a Great Emperor's airs.
Higher-order draconic might was certainly powerful, but placing it on the same level as a Great Emperor was a little too... fanciful.
Could Chen Mu have some other trump card besides that?
Something stronger than a Great Emperor?!
The young man swallowed, still visibly shaken.
His junior sister approached and nudged him gently with her elbow, speaking in a voice only the two of them could hear. "Thank goodness, senior brother. Luckily, you