The young man clad in a brocade robe at the sky horizon, his full head of black hair flowing in the void, his eyes bursting with an icy cold light, every gesture releasing an aura of dominance over all heavens, as if he were a Demon God treading the heavenly dome, stepping into the void, his form already pressing towards the Royal City, his power overwhelming.
The boundless killing intent, accompanied by the terrifying Emperor's Suppression, swept open, shaking this piece of heaven and earth, the ten Great King Martial on the city wall seemed struck by lightning, their forms frozen in place, cold sweat pouring down in torrents.
They felt that any slight movement would immediately bring horrifically intense attacks upon them.
As for the King Martial holding Xiao Fan, ready to deal with Xiao Fan, his complexion was extremely pale because most of the killing intent focused on him, causing waves in his heart like he was bearing a mountain.
Emperor Martial!
