Cang Yao's body knelt on the ground, his clothes shattered, and he spat out mouthfuls of vital blood continuously.
He appeared utterly defeated, betraying none of the demeanor of the youngest emperor of the Heavenly Sword Sect.
Once, Cang Yao was a renowned genius in the Nine Domains, admired and respected by all.
But now, he was so wretched, kneeling before Chu Fengmian.
The gulf between past and present was so vast that the martial artists present found it hard to believe their eyes.
Some felt as if they were dreaming.
Cang Yao couldn't even withstand a single move from Chu Fengmian?
"How is this possible? Isn't he only at the level of the Divine Martial Realm? And Cang Yao is an emperor, how could he lose in a single move?"
An emperor is much stronger than the combined might of ten ancestors.
This gap is insurmountable, even for countless geniuses.
Yet now Cang Yao had practically no ability to resist Chu Fengmian.
