Neither Bu Er nor Jiang Zhizhou was in good shape.
With their mortal flesh and blood, they had met Emperor Zhetian's attacks head-on.
Although they wore Black Tortoise Heavy Armor, it could only neutralize the force of blades.
Against this force generated purely by inner power, the heavy armor could offer only limited protection.
Since ancient times, there had been talk of striking an ox through a mountain. Emperor Zhetian's attacks worked the same way.
Ever since learning that Yang Qing and the others wore Black Tortoise Heavy Armor, he had changed the way he attacked.
His power no longer struck their armor directly. Instead, it passed through the armor and landed on Bu Er and the others' bodies.
Although he had attacked only twice, Bu Er and Jiang Zhizhou were already shrouded in the thick, bloody reek rising from their bodies and faces.
Their once-agile movements had begun to grow heavy.
Bu Er moved his sluggish feet, then fixed Emperor Zhetian with a fierce stare. "Sacred Emperor, surely this isn't all you've got?"
Emperor Zhetian raised an eyebrow slightly. "A mere brat, yet you still dare spout nonsense?"
"Heh, then let's see." As Bu Er spoke, he took several steps backward.
Behind him, two faint glimmers flashed.
His body blocked them from view, so no one but Bu Er noticed.
Emperor Zhetian smiled faintly. "I never use my strength to bully the weak."
"Don't you find those words ridiculous, Sacred Emperor?"
Never use his strength to bully the weak?
Then what did everything he had done all these years count as?
What did his relentless pursuit of Yang Qing and the rest of them count as?
Emperor Zhetian looked calmly at Yang Qing. "I should know that the rules of this world are made by the strong."
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