The power of the Mighty Emperor was vast, and his divine authority like an ocean, commanding the space between heaven and earth.
Standing there, he was like the proud sun in a clear sky, melting the spring snow, displaying an unrivaled and domineering presence.
"Arrogance knows no bounds, do you really think you can take on two immortals, treating the Sovereign and Ye Chennight as trash?"
Shi Tianjun deliberately said this to provoke Ye Chennight's anger.
He knew that Ye Chennight, this demon, appeared calm, but was actually extremely proud inside, having once been personally instructed by a demon god.
Indeed, Ye Chennight's brow furrowed, a sign that he was about to become angry.
"Shi Sovereign of the Paths, Holy Ancient Fist!"
