"You deserve to die!"
An angry voice echoed.
The brilliance of the Immortal Techniques dissipated into smoke, and a dripping sound followed. Blood fell from the fingertip of Immortal Emperor Futu, golden in color, as heavy as mountains, slowly descending to the ground.
Boom!
When the golden blood hit the ground, the earth collapsed, unable to withstand the might of one drop of blood from an Immortal Emperor.
Truly terrifying.
That single drop of blood—if thrown by the Immortal Emperor himself—could likely kill an Immortal King.
The gap between me and an Immortal Emperor is still vast.
Without these Holy Weapons protecting me, the outcome would… be unimaginable.
"Hahaha!"
"Immortal Emperor, is this the extent of your abilities? I'm merely at the Immortal Monarch Realm, yet I've managed to injure you. Your skills are a bit overrated. Don't tell me… you're just a fraud."
Lin Fan laughed wildly, his arrogance unmistakable, as though he held no regard for the Immortal Emperor.
