My Trump Card Is in the Sky, the Nine-Colored Heavenly Tribulation, a Tribulation Feast for Over a Hundred Thousand

Before a Quasi-Emperor, Chu Kuangren had almost no power to fight back.

That remained true even with two Emperor Weapons in his possession.

However powerful his foundations were, he was still below a Saint. The power he could unleash from the Emperor Weapons was limited, and he was simply no match for a Quasi-Emperor.

However.

Even facing such a desperate situation, he smiled.

All the cultivators present, including the Quasi-Emperors, were puzzled.

"Has this fellow been beaten out of his mind??"

"He has absolutely no power to fight back against a Quasi-Emperor. Even with that bizarre ability to stay alive, what can he do? A Quasi-Emperor could trap and suppress him with nothing more than a raised hand."

"Why is this fellow smiling?"

Everyone was bewildered.

Even the Saint Kings were utterly perplexed.

"Little fellow, what are you laughing at?"

Quasi-Emperor Changguang's tone carried a trace of anger. To him, Chu Kuangren's laughter was nothing short of a provocation.

As Quasi-Emperors, they were already stooping beneath their dignity by dealing with someone below a Saint. Yet now, not only could they not kill him, but he was even laughing. This was practically a slap in their faces.

"Heh, I'm laughing because you mobilized such a force to deal with me alone, even bringing out Quasi-Emperors, yet you still can't kill me. I'm laughing because you're standing at death's door without even knowing it!"

His final sentence made everyone's expressions change.

Standing at death's door?!

What did he mean?!

Saint King Changguang, the Mountain-Sea Tower Master, and the others hurriedly checked their surroundings, but they saw nothing except clouds and mist filling the sky.

"Chu Kuangren, stop trying to mystify us."

"Exactly. With Quasi-Emperors here, what use could any other trump card of yours possibly be? A Quasi-Emperor's methods are beyond