After Chu Kuangren finished speaking, the Emperors' expressions turned rather ugly, while Lan Yu, Leng Ningyu, and the others finally understood.
So that was it. That was what had happened.
"Let's go."
Chu Kuangren turned to leave with Lan Yu and Murong Xuan.
"Wait."
Just then, Beiming Xuanse, the Qilin Tribe Emperor, called out to Chu Kuangren.
He said indifferently, "You can leave, but first, leave behind my Qilin Tribe's Sea God Trident. That is the weapon of our tribe's Emperor."
"The Sea God Trident is my spoils of battle. Although it's no longer of much use to me, I don't want to hand it over so casually."
"Oh, so a battle between us is inevitable?" Beiming Xuanse stepped forward, and his Emperor Dao pressure erupted, sweeping wildly toward Chu Kuangren like towering, raging waves.
"Think carefully. Are you sure you want to attack me?"
Chu Kuangren spoke indifferently.
"Hmph. I heard you killed five new Emperors right after becoming an Emperor yourself. I'd like to see just how powerful you are, and whether you can stand alongside veteran Emperors like us."
Without another word, Beiming Xuanse threw a punch. Mystic Dao Patterns flowed between his five fingers, and Emperor qi burst forth between them with tsunami-like power, as though it would crush everything.
Chu Kuangren neither retreated nor yielded, throwing a punch at him as well.
Their fists collided, and their Dao patterns clashed. The tremendous force shook the void with a boom, sending Beiming Xuanse staggering back dozens of meters.
Meanwhile, Chu Kuangren stood where he was, completely unmoving.
"This fellow is actually this strong?!"
Beiming Xuanse's expression changed as he looked warily at Chu Kuangren.
Then, he took out a long white staff. Mystic Dao Patterns flowed across it, causing his imposing aura to climb once more.