The Saint Master glanced at Piao Nanxing's grim face, knowing this fight could no longer be avoided.
He drew a deep breath and shouted, "Arrogant!"
"Old Eighth is arrogant, Old Ninth is mad. Today, I've finally seen it for myself."
"But arrogance requires strength to back it up."
With that,
he swept his hand.
The Ancient Book appeared before his chest.
"Three Thousand Small Worlds, absorb!"
The Saint Master kept sweeping his brush across the Ancient Book.
An invisible suction enveloped Little White Tiger, drawing everything around him into the Ancient Book.
"My Ancient Book is an independent small world. Once you're drawn inside, you'll be suppressed by me for eternity."
"No more than ten people in this world can force me to use this move."
The Saint Master opened with his ultimate move.
The soldiers beside him were beside themselves with excitement.
How could they not be excited to witness the ultimate technique of the Korean Peninsula's greatest expert?
In their eyes, Little White Tiger was certain to die.
The next second,
Little White Tiger's Human Emperor Seal lit up.
"You like sucking me in? Don't cry, then."
With that,
he spread his arms and let the Ancient Book swallow him.
How could anyone bearing the title of Human Emperor possibly be imprisoned?
Anyone who dared imprison the Human Emperor would suffer heaven's punishment.
Oblivious to this, the Saint Master put on a show, pressing his palms together.
The Ancient Book closed.
"You overestimate yourself. Once you enter my Primordial Divine Book, don't dream of getting out."
"Now watch me refine you."
The old man kept waving his hands.
The Ancient Book emitted a seven-colored glow.
Wind, rain, thunder, and lightning seemed to flash across the ancient volume.
"The Saint Master truly deserves to be the greatest of all