At that moment, he moved, throwing another punch, cycling through green, red, yellow, white, and black—the five colors.
This punch, as if he carried the abyss on his shoulders, was both slow and fast, giving off an extremely intense sense of contradiction.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The Millennium Emperor threw three punches in quick succession, forcefully shattering the illusory bubbles, and with a flash of his figure, he instantly stood once again a thousand meters away, facing Yue Qingping.
At this instant, his chest rose and fell slightly, indicating he wasn't as at ease as he appeared on the surface.
"True Monarch Yi Si's sword technique took me by surprise. I'm thoroughly impressed," Ying Si said, facing the sky breeze with a candid smile.
"Since the Emperor admires it, why not turn our swords into plowshares between the Eastern and Central Continent?" The peerless female crown suddenly smiled, her beauty outshining the stars and moon.
