The Seven Emperors struggled desperately, the Asura bloodlines within them surging without cease.
It was as though they wanted to destroy everything with absolute power.
Rumble, rumble.
Their bloodlines boiled, and their faces turned iron-blue.
Yet no matter how they struggled, it seemed that some invisible force in the void held them in its grasp.
That power was vast and boundless, leaving them without the slightest ability to resist.
"Nothing but ants, drunk on throwing their weight around for so long that you truly forgot how vast this world is?"
Xu Zimo said calmly.
As his words fell, there came a bang. Under the influence of that invisible power, the Asura bloodlines within the Seven Emperors seemed to—
—flow backward. After boiling to the very limit, they exploded.
In an instant, the blood of the seven Emperors rained across the void. Flesh flew everywhere, shattered meat scattering like foam.
Just like that, they died.
For a moment, everyone present shuddered with fear!
Emperors! Seven Emperors—the pinnacle of power on the Yuanyang Continent—had died just like that.
With effortless ease; they had not even seen how he made his move.
"Great Emperor... Great Emperor of the Ages..."
Some were terrified to the extreme and had already fallen to their knees.
That was how those with lower cultivation behaved and thought. They only wanted to survive.
Meanwhile, the upper echelons of the Major Powers wore expressions that flickered between light and dark.
Things had come to this. They had come to destroy the True Martial Sacred Sect—would the Great Emperor of the Ages spare them if they begged for mercy now?
They could only turn their gazes toward Li Changsheng.
After all, they had come here because of Li Changsheng.
At a time like this, Li Changsheng had to step forward and