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Liang Hui spread his five fingers, watching a trace of profound blackness flow through his palm like a swimming dragon.
In this smear of black, he vaguely saw the silhouette of an emperor standing in the starry sky, dressed in a profound black imperial robe, with his hands naturally hanging by his side.
Before the emperor's shadow, there was an endless host of enemies, with only a few people standing shoulder to shoulder with him.
"Indeed, 'Emperor' is on the same level as 'Immortal'."
Liang Hui was feeling the emperor's bloodline extracted from the body of the graceful youth, touching his forehead lightly.
Just these few drops of blood at the 'Immortal' level were worth this intervention, not to mention the absorption of the Hundred Clans' vital energies.
This time, the harvest was good; the Realm of Kings should open up completely to him.
