"You needn't bother, Master. I alone am enough to stop them," Chaos said.
"I'd like to see just what sort of splendor the human race of this Divine Continent possesses," Xu Zimo said with great interest.
As they spoke, ripples appeared in the distant void, as though it were about to be torn apart.
"They're here." Chaos narrowed his eyes.
He knew that the arrivals should be the strongest existences within the Heavenly Court.
Because of his presence, they had sensed the Demonic Qi.
Space tore open, and four figures with formidable auras stepped out one after another.
Rolling Sacred Might surged into the heavens.
The Heavenly Emperor stood beneath the vault of the sky.
His gaze fell upon Chaos.
"A member of the Demon Race dares appear on the territory of my Heavenly Court."
True Master Baoqing, standing beside him, also snorted coldly.
"There is a road to heaven, yet you refuse to take it; hell has no gate, yet you insist on barging in."
"Be careful. The Demonic Qi on him is very powerful," Great Emperor Ziwei warned.
"I fear he is the strongest demon we have ever encountered."
He was skilled in the art of divination.
Thus, his premonitions were especially accurate.
"Capture him first, then interrogate him at leisure," the Heavenly Emperor ordered.
"I have a feeling that once we capture this demon, he will certainly know the location of the Ten Thousand Monster Tribe."
The four rose into the air.
Their gazes and attention were all fixed on Chaos; no one paid any heed to Xu Zimo.
From four different directions, they surrounded Chaos.
The Heavenly Emperor swept out a hand.
Sacred Might erupted violently from around him.
What he cultivated was the Heavenly Emperor Art, a path of cultivation he had created himself.
There