Xuan Haoran responded with a mocking smile as well, "My Great Emperor's True Blood and your Luminous Glass Holy Blood are both among the seven great Golden Bloodlines. If you're implying that my Great Emperor's True Blood isn't much, aren't you suggesting the same about your Luminous Glass Holy Blood?"
Yao Le Xuanji snorted and did not speak again. However, from the look in Yao Le Xuanji's eyes, it was clear he wished he could kill Xuan Haoran on the spot.
"Yao Le Xuanji, how many of your people have you lost this time? Thirty percent, fifty, or seventy?" Xuan Haoran took a step forward, and the Emperor's Illusory Shadow behind him, which was previously missing an arm, not only regrew the limb at that moment but also doubled in number.
An Emperor holding a long sword, sweeping across the horizons, appeared behind Xuan Haoran.
The arrival of this Emperor multiplied Xuan Haoran's aura several times over, the rolling imperial aura inspiring an urge to bow down in submission.
