"Y-you actually dared to attack His Majesty's Spirit Shadow?" Elder Winter rose to his feet, pointing at Hun Xiao with a trembling finger, disbelief written all over his face.
"Huh? I attacked it, so what?" Hun Xiao looked at him in surprise.
We're enemies. Isn't it normal to fight? What's so surprising about that? Is something wrong with this old man's brain?
She revealed a sinister smile. "Old thing, I really don't like the way you're looking at me. Since you're here, stay here."
Mu Chen opened his mouth, concern rising in his heart... Why did this seem like they were about to go to war with the Western Heaven Battle Hall?
He might not have had a good impression of the Western Heaven Battle Emperor either, but he had never intended to fight a Heavenly Sovereign to the death at a time like this!
"Soul-Dissolving Palm!"
The black mist filling the sky condensed into a gigantic palm print and slammed toward Elder Winter.
Within the palm print, countless wronged souls seemed to howl, releasing sounds that shook the mind. Elder Winter was affected by the mental assault, his consciousness wavering for an instant. By the time he came to his senses, the pitch-black palm print was already before him.
Yet the palm print did not strike him. It suddenly dissipated when it was still ten feet away. A handsome man in golden robes had appeared some distance in front of Elder Winter at some unknown time.
He did not radiate any overpowering aura, yet he possessed an otherworldly bearing, as though he were the center of heaven and earth itself.
"Welcome, My Emperor." Joy appeared on Elder Winter's face. He was the first to recover, bowing low in worship.
Xue Lingzi also knelt without hesitation. "Greetings, Your Majesty the