"Today, I will save this devil. Let me see who can stop me."
Xu Zimo said calmly.
As they watched his figure, devilish qi surged into the heavens. Sword Elder beside him snorted coldly and said, "Why waste words? Just capture him directly."
Immense immortal qi surged around him as a heavy sword tore through the silent sky, shattering endless void before suppressing Xu Zimo head-on.
With a boom, just as the heavy sword was about to fall, a huge hand stretched out from the void.
It seized the blade of the heavy sword, holding it perfectly still in midair.
Then the huge hand flicked lightly. With a boom, the heavy sword exploded and snapped into two pieces.
Sword Elder groaned, his figure staggering backward.
Only then did everyone turn their eyes over and see the Divine Emperor standing in the sky, clad in black robes.
The broad black robes concealed his entire body, and almost no spiritual qi could be sensed around him.
He had used nothing but pure physical strength to clash head-on with Sword Elder's heavy sword.
Everyone's expressions turned grave. Sword Elder steadied himself and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips.
After all, that heavy sword was his Natal True Artifact, linked to him as one.
Now that it had been damaged, he naturally did not feel well either.
"Who are you, sir?"
"Just a nobody," the Divine Emperor replied calmly.
"Are you also one of the Devil Race?" Lan Jiulin asked with narrowed eyes.
"Strictly speaking, no." The Divine Emperor shook his head slightly.
"Then, sir, you should not wade into this muddy water," Lan Jiulin said.
"To me, righteousness and devildom are decided by a single thought. Whether I am a devil or righteous, other people's opinions mean nothing."
The Divine