Tyrant!
These two words were like a pair of supreme thunderclaps, echoing through the imperial court, drilling into everyone's ears, making their livers and gall bladders split.
The calm Void began to twist without limit, birthing countless omens: wind and rain, thunder and lightning, armies waging war on the heavens, heaven and earth overturning, worlds being destroyed...
When a mortal emperor is enraged, corpses can lie strewn for a million, blood flow for a thousand miles.
All the more so the ruler of a Martial Dao destiny dynasty, who can annihilate the cosmos and restart the universe.
"Spare us, Your Majesty!"
"Spare us, Your Majesty..."
The more than six hundred rulers of civilizations turned deathly pale, knocking their heads on the floor again and again.
They were terrified!
They smelled a crisis of death—no, a crisis of annihilation for their civilizations!
