With a cold glare, Emperor Zhao lunged toward Wu Tian, unleashing the power of the Mahayana Realm as if intending to destroy the world.
BOOM!
Emperor Zhao’s fist struck Wu Tian, unleashing a burst of formidable power, yet Wu Tian remained completely unscathed.
Emperor Zhao gritted his teeth in disbelief. His eyes widened in surprise, but he continued to throw punch after punch. A single one of these fists could shatter a mountain, but when they landed on Wu Tian’s chest, they did nothing. They didn’t even leave a scratch.
"This is impossible."
Emperor Zhao still couldn’t accept it. He pressed the attack, seemingly suppressing Wu Tian completely with his Mahayana power. Yet, even after dozens of punches, Wu Tian remained entirely unaffected.
Wu Tian smirked coldly. Though his Realm was intact, his Spiritual Power was not. It was indeed difficult to defeat Emperor Zhao with conventional tactics, but things were different now.
After Emperor Zhao had thrown twenty-one punches, Wu Tian, relying on his vast experience, found an opening and struck back with a single punch. On the surface, the exchange was completely one-sided. Emperor Zhao had landed dozens of punches on Wu Tian to no effect. But this one punch from Wu Tian landed with devastating power.
BOOM!
Just one punch sent Emperor Zhao spitting blood. His Yuan Force was simply no match for Spiritual Power.
"How can this be?" Emperor Zhao roared. "I am obviously stronger than you! I’ve hit you dozens of times, and you’ve only managed to hit me once! No matter how you look at it, I am your superior!"
Emperor Zhao wanted to flee, but Wu Tian wouldn’t allow it. The two remained locked in battle. Driven to a frenzy, Emperor Zhao shouted, "Fine, I’ll put my life on the line!" He continued to land dozens of punches on Wu Tian for every one that Wu Tian landed on him.
After an unknown number of rounds, Emperor Zhao had struck Wu Tian hundreds of times without leaving a mark. In total, Wu Tian had only landed a dozen or so punches, yet they had already turned Emperor Zhao’s face deathly pale.
"This is illogical! It makes no sense!"
With a desolate expression, Emperor Zhao retreated step by step. Wu Tian advanced, determined to trap him and finish him off.
Currently, Wu Tian’s defense was at the Immortal Emperor Realm. His attack power, however, was only equivalent to the Sixth Realm of Cultivation, Nascent Soul. It was no match for the offensive power of Emperor Zhao’s Eleventh Realm, Mahayana.
Wu Tian’s physical body was invincible. Of course, his attacks could be invincible as well. But it was like a weak man wearing impenetrable armor. Defending was easy—he just had to stand there. Attacking was another matter. The sheer weight of the armor was too much for an ordinary person to even lift. Wu Tian’s body was invincible, but he lacked the Spiritual Power to utilize its offensive capabilities. He could only move freely by relying on a Secret Technique; using that body to attack proved difficult.
Even so, killing Emperor Zhao would not be hard.
"Who will come to my rescue?" Emperor Zhao pleaded as he backed away, his face ashen. "Who will save me? Who in the world will save me?"
The nine Great Elders were already dead. The few Hall Masters were too terrified to approach. And the lackeys wouldn’t dare act so recklessly.
"Stop!"
No one else heard the voice, but Wu Tian did. It seemed to come from nowhere.
Wu Tian looked and saw a giant phantom of Emperor Zhao’s Nascent Soul.
The people of the Underground World had discovered cultivation relics and learned to practice from them. But what were relics? They were nothing more than remnants, most of which were incomplete. Though some of their ancestors tried to restore them, the resulting Cultivation Techniques were not the same as the originals. They differed from the cultivation of the old era. This Nascent Soul, for example, was fundamentally different from the ones that existed back then.
Throughout history, has the First Emperor ever apologized to anyone? No one had ever heard of him bowing to anyone after becoming emperor! Since the First Emperor himself has apologized, Wu Tian should stop now, right?
Wu Tian was determined to kill Emperor Zhao today. No matter who pleaded for him, it would be useless. Let alone a fake First Emperor. If he didn’t kill Emperor Zhao today, the man would surely seek revenge in the future. Wu Tian could not let him live. He had to die. A sharp light glinted in Wu Tian’s eyes—his killing intent was absolute.
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