"Please, Great Emperor, lend your aid!" Yin Qi's voice echoed across the sky.
Suddenly, a sigh resounded, its ethereal sound reverberating through the heavens. A tall man slowly appeared in the sky, dressed in black ceremonial dress and holding a Treasured Sword, exuding authority without anger.
"So it's you, Zhen Wu," the Demon Emperor sighed softly.
He hadn't expected that the one to intervene would be the once Divine Revered Nine Heavens Demon-Dispelling, a true pinnacle of combat prowess. In contrast to the Jade Emperor, who was apt at strategizing, this one was purely a master at fighting.
His title of Great Emperor was carved out with the sword in his hand, stroke by stroke. Over countless years, who knows how many demons had perished beneath his sword.
