The Emperor of Nihon was dumbfounded. He had never imagined that, after using an ancient secret art passed down in his family for thousands of years and finally gathering some fortune, Lin Lang would seize it all!
Lin Lang was no emperor, nor even a member of the imperial family, merely the Imperial Preceptor of Great Ming. Why should the fortune of the Central Plains favor him?
This man must have a secret. Lin Lang must already have taken the treasure guarded by the Fire Qilin. Only that would explain it.
Then, if he devoured Lin Lang, he could gain everything Lin Lang possessed, as well as an incomparably powerful body. Who could stand against him afterward?
He would be invincible in this realm, and even after ascending to the Upper Realm someday, he could remain invincible!
A dazzling white light suddenly burst from the Emperor of Nihon's Primordial Spirit, and he charged headfirst at Lin Lang.
Lin Lang raised both hands. The surrounding Heaven and Earth Essence formed two enormous palms, which seized the Emperor of Nihon's Primordial Spirit dragon and pulled hard in opposite directions.
"A mere emperor of a tiny foreign country dares run wild in the Central Plains? Break!"
Riiip!
The dragon formed from the Emperor of Nihon's Primordial Spirit was torn in two.
The light instantly faded from the dragon's eyes. Even in death, the Emperor of Nihon could not understand. His secret art was ancient and immensely powerful. According to the imperial records, those who used it could slay powerful foes and snatch victory from defeat. Why had it seemed so feeble against Lin Lang?
Lin Lang tossed the two halves of the Emperor of Nihon's Primordial Spirit to the Fire Qilin. "There's not just Primordial Spirit power in this, but plenty of lingering