Although they still have the upper hand, no one truly wants a bloodbath.
"Su Nan, have your son hand over the Imperial Tomb Key, and we will leave immediately!"
Someone spoke quietly among the crowd, but the vast voice echoed throughout.
"Indeed, hand over the Imperial Tomb Key, and this battle can be avoided!"
Terrifying auras surged from the crowd, accompanied by the dreadful pressure of Emperor Weapons, overwhelming and oppressive.
"A bunch of cowardly scoundrels, yet you dare to covet the Imperial Tomb?"
Su Nan strode forward, with a flick of his sleeves, the Emperor Weapon in hand,
pointed directly at the multitude of powerful warriors, laughing without restraint:
"Anyone wishing to fight, step forth!"
The terrifying aura of the Peak of Quasi-Emperor surged skyward like a long rainbow.
The endless sharpness of the Emperor Weapon filled the heavens with menacing cracks.
The might of Su Nan alone made Ximen Xiu, Kashyapa, and others' faces change color.
