"Boom!!"
Every Jester Emperor was split in two, with several earth-shattering booms, they crashed to the ground, making it collapse and crater a thousand meters deep.
Without-Sun City was silent as if every creature had already fallen asleep.
However, the light of Nether Moon silently fell, sweeping past the shoulders of that person, as though putting on an invincible cape.
The more serene his face, the more his unmatched presence in this world shone through.
"The Jester Emperors in their prime, couldn't even withstand a few moves..."
"Is this the Crown Rank of my clan? Dashing and powerful, capable of turning the tide, with the force to swallow mountains and rivers, reaching the pinnacle..."
"Ancestor above! Lord of the Ghost Lamp, may you live a hundred years, a thousand autumns, forever and ever! May the Ye Clan continue its glory! May the Ye Clan continue its glory, ah!"
