The Emperor's Intent

The Chaos Treasure, said to be something that would not perish even when heaven and earth were destroyed, had not escaped unscathed at this moment. One could imagine just how terrifying this battle had been.

Half of Hundred Sages Mountain had been destroyed. Half of Only True Sage's body was continuously being devoured and regenerated by a certain power. He was holding on, desperately circulating and transforming his power, but he had already reached the end of the road.

"Hahaha..." On the other side, Golden Winged Great Peng was in no better condition than Only True Sage, yet he did not care in the slightest. The golden feathers on his enormous body were burning. If the power of the Saint Pill within him had not yet been completely exhausted and was constantly helping him regenerate, he would have perished long ago.

In that final all-out clash with Only True Sage, both sides had suffered grievously. He had actually destroyed Hundred Sages Mountain, while he himself had suffered the most terrifying of injuries.

Yet he paid no attention to any of that. Staring at Only True Sage, he said, "See that? There is still Saint Pill power inside me. I will recover faster than you, and I will eat you. Only True Sage? Pah! Hahaha..."

"Hmph, you are at death's door and still do not realize it. Look behind you. Do you really think such good fortune exists in this world?" Only True Sage snorted coldly, his voice echoing across the heavens.

At that moment, the Emperor had silently appeared above Golden Winged Great Peng's head. Golden Winged Great Peng was covered in blood, wrapped in the laws of the Heavenly Dao, and grievously wounded.

Boom... As Only True Sage spoke, the Emperor pressed both hands downward. A dragon's roar rose,