"Truly worthy of the Tang Emperor, we three are inferior indeed," the One-Eyed Old Monk coughed up blood repeatedly and said with a bitter smile.
Although the blue-robed Daoist and Scholar Baiyu were reluctant to accept it, what the One-Eyed Old Monk had said was the truth; the power of the Tang Emperor was not something the three of them could contend with.
Perhaps even now, the true strength of the Tang Emperor had not been fully displayed, yet the three of them had already exerted their utmost effort.
"Nine Countries Seven Seas, three sects, since you killed the people of my Tang Country, today I, the Emperor, will slay you three as a tribute to the many valiant souls of my Tang Country who died!" the Tang Emperor's voice boomed like thunder, his Royal Sword sweeping forward, intending to slay the three members of the One-Eyed Old Monk's group.
