"Kill!"
A terrible dread rose in Ling Xuan's heart, but he stood fearless nonetheless, throwing a punch with all his might. Countless powers of rules erupted with it, crashing head-on into the attack.
Boom—
The two forces collided.
In an instant.
The rules shattered and were annihilated.
An overwhelmingly powerful force knocked Ling Xuan straight out of the sky. Cracks spread across his body, and blood sprayed everywhere.
Silence fell.
Ling Xuan, hailed as the strongest beneath the Spirit Emperor, had been wounded by a single move from the Black Tiger Emperor.
Such a gulf in strength.
Every powerhouse present was aghast.
The Black Tiger Emperor slowly withdrew his hand, his gaze indifferent as he looked at Ling Xuan.
"Is this what gave you the confidence to scorn my Black Tiger Race?"
"Cough, cough!"
Ling Xuan clutched his chest and coughed, his cracked body already repairing itself.
That last blow had not done much damage to him.
A cracked body.
For a True Immortal, it was merely a superficial wound that could quickly heal through his own regenerative abilities.
What truly dealt Ling Xuan a blow was the disparity in their strength. He had thought that, however powerful the Black Tiger Emperor might be, he should at least be able to hold his own for a while.
Who would have thought.
Just one move.
And he was already injured.
Although it could not yet be called a defeat, it was already obvious who was superior.
The Black Tiger Emperor spoke calmly. "My Black Tiger Race has never had any intention of fighting the Spirit Race. But whatever else the Spotted Tiger Race may be, it is still a branch of our Tiger Race. For the Spirit Race to seek its extermination over some trivial matters is rather ruthless.
"Now that