The Ten Thousand Laws Ancient Emperor has vanished.
Gone.
Escaped!
He's fled!
He actually dares to flee!!!
"No!!"
The surviving two billion Human Race Sword Cultivators felt a suffocation in their chests, nearly spitting out hot blood.
"Wretch!"
"You unworthy son! You falsely claim the title of Ancient Emperor! Ten Thousand Laws, you are unworthy as the lord of the world!"
The Great Sun Bright Light Sword Emperor roared angrily: "What are you afraid of?"
"Huh?"
"Do you think living by escaping is possible? Why not die here gloriously with us?!!"
"Beast!"
"Beast, indeed!"
No one could understand the feeling of suffocation in his heart.
In the previous moment, he sensed he was about to die, about to have his Divine Soul obliterated, being one of the primary Sword Cultivators enduring the last strike of the Ancient Emperor, the likelihood of death was extremely high.
However!
