The Ancient Emperor, the Vast Emperor, the Soaring Emperor, the Great Emperor Tianqi...
Looking at these emperors who were admired by future generations, Xu Zimei's expression remained unchanged as he indifferently said, "What crime have I committed, even if you carry destiny and substitute the will of the heavens, what can you do?"
At that moment, Xu Zimei really wanted to shout out loud, "We cultivators naturally defy the heavens; who dares to place themselves above all? Today I will shatter the heavens, my fate is my own, not dictated by the heavens."
But, upon second thought, he felt it was somewhat adolescent, his gaze grew sharp, he drew Tyrant Shadow from his back, and with his lean figure, he looked up at the ten emperors in the sky, his lips curled into a smile, "What does it matter if I pull you down from your pedestals!"
He walked on air, Tyrant Shadow in hand reflecting a blaze of glory, roaring as he charged towards those emperors.
