Their eyes, indifferent to everything as though looking at livestock, and their arrogant, contemptuous tone instantly made fury explode in the Great Emperors' chests.
Regardless of where these people came from or whether they were immortals, the Great Emperors immediately asked Chen Mu for permission to fight.
"You're courting death!" Before Chen Mu could respond, one of the six, a young man, stepped forward and formed a hand seal.
Then he pressed a palm down toward the Three Thousand Great Emperors.
At the same time, a sky-shrouding palm formed in an instant, blazing with golden light. Its palm lines were clearly visible, each as thick as a python.
This palm covered most of the area within sight. It could be said to have enveloped the entire heart of the Tianyuan Holy Land.
Its spiritual pressure was as vast as the sea!
In terms of cultivation, he surpassed at least the vast majority of the Great Emperors present.
This was no mere conjecture on Chen Mu's part. On the system panel, the young man's cultivation field clearly read Second-Layer Great Emperor.
Fear?
Not at all.
Instead, it sparked a trace of interest in Chen Mu toward the so-called Upper Realm those six had mentioned.
Sure enough, fantasy worlds could never escape their nesting-doll settings, layer upon layer.
I really am the protagonist!
He poked fun at himself inwardly.
"Brazen scoundrels! You have no right to run wild in the Tianyuan Holy Land!" Just as the Great Emperors were about to join forces to destroy the golden palm, Ye Qingcheng's voice rang out in the nick of time.
They were about to turn toward her when a fierce, formidable streak of Sword Qi seized their attention instead.
The instant the Sword Qi collided with the golden palm, it tore through like a