At the sight of the emperor's figure rising from the city below, the yellow-robed cultivator was filled with shock and fury.
He could not help shouting angrily:
"Shangguan Ren, you signed an alliance with our sect only recently. Why have you come unannounced today?"
"Are you behind what happened to the Li Capital below?"
The emperor's phantom remained aloof and silent.
In the city below, a middle-aged man in white robes stood with his hands behind his back, his face steeped in baleful menace and his eyes cold and fierce.
At a thought, the emperor's phantom abruptly raised its hand, Demonic Qi surging!
In that instant, it seemed to grasp the sun, moon, and stars.
The yellow-robed cultivator felt an irresistible, tremendous force pressing toward him from every direction, instantly squeezing him toward the emperor phantom's enormous hand!
But as a Spirit Transformation cultivator, how could he sit and await death?
In that moment of crisis, he pressed his palms together.
He gave an explosive shout.
His loose yellow robes immediately billowed!
Boom!
An enormous hand formed from the earth veins abruptly reached out of the ground below. Countless stones and clods tumbled from around it as it thundered toward the yellow-robed cultivator!
It was as though it had seized an invisible rope tied around him.
The yellow-robed cultivator's movement stopped dead!
At the same time, the enormous earthen hand swiftly flowed into a vast sphere of yellow earth, enclosing him within.
"Hmm?"
Inside the teahouse, the black-robed middle-aged man paused slightly, holding a cup in one hand as he sipped his tea.
A trace of surprise flashed through his eyes.
"He does have some ability."
But it was no more than a moment's surprise.
He then gently took another sip of tea.
Outside the teahouse.
The white-robed middle-aged man