Chapter 1137 - Chapter 1137: Immortal Emperor (1/2)

At this time, the world was frozen like a painting with everyone holding their breaths…

In their eyes, even the defeated Xiao Qingtian was worthy of respect. He displayed a power befitting his prestige. Even though he eventually died along with his dao, this was still a kind of honor.

It was not due to his own weakness, it was because his opponent was too strong. Few could stop this devilish South Emperor. He was the one most likely to become Immortal Emperor, only one short step away.

The two halves of the saber were still floating in the sky. They seemed incredibly tranquil, but even those at a higher realm like G.o.dkings still paled before them.

Some people once felt that they were strong enough to look at the world with disdain. But today, they suddenly realized their own limits. Some considered themselves to be insignificant as well.

An ordinary G.o.dking was strong enough, but they were countless times weaker than Xiao Qingtian and South Emperor.

But Xiao Qingtian and even South Emperor couldn’t oppose a real Immortal Emperor!

“The world is vast, there will always be a better person and a higher mountain.” An old G.o.d-Monarch commented with a dejected expression.

Some of the stronger characters here became a bit sentimental. In this battle, even if Xiao Qingtian could stop South Emperor’s attack, he would still have died because he had already offered his body to the saber. There was no way back for him.

Even an invincible existence like the prime general succ.u.mbed to death and only left behind two broken halves of his blade for his descendants. Compared to Xiao Qingtian, they couldn’t reach the apex.

“He was a worthy adversary. It has been awhile since I’ve met such a strong opponent in a one-on-one.” South Emperor held his Sky Piercer and nodded his head.

Despite being defeated and dying, to earn such an evaluation from South Emperor was a type of honor; this was respect shown to true masters.

South Emperor now glanced over at s.p.a.ce Trample Mountain.

“Buzz!” He instantly threw his Sky Piercer in its direction!

“Rumble!” There seemed to be an endless barrage of meteors slamming into the mountain even before the halberd descended. The terrain started to shake violently.

“No—” The lucky experts from this sect that survived watched the descending halberd from the sky. They screamed in despair. Once it arrived, there was a chance that the entire mountain would be penetrated.

Everyone a.s.sumed that this was going to be the end of the s.p.a.ce Trample Mountain. Its disciples all closed their eyes, devoid of hope.

“This is the end of the s.p.a.ce Trample Mountain…” Someone murmured, unwilling to witness such a scene.

However, there was no destructive impact as expected. There was no explosion either. Once the halberd touched the mountain, the entire world turned quiet.

After a long time, people regained their composure and opened their eyes. They saw that the s.p.a.ce Trample Mountain was still floating in the air.

Something outside of their expectations was happening. A pale hand devoid of a sanguine shade reached out from the ground of the mountain and clutched the Sky Piercer.

Anyone, no matter who they were, would feel an indescribable sensation in their mind after seeing this bloodless hand. It was an ominous and bizarre feeling.

At this time, an archaic door opened on the ground of the mountain. A figure slowly came out then flew into the sky. His appearance was not accompanied by a heaven-shattering blood energy. There was no dazzling brilliance, but the entire universe stopped all the same.

This person in the sky was the lord of the cosmos, the tyrant of myriad realms. He was the overlord of the supreme grand dao and in control of the reincarnation cycle as well as the Yin and Yang.

He was the emperor of the nine worlds — supreme and untouchable; there was no one higher than him.

“Thump, thump, thump!” In a split second, countless people involuntarily kneeled on the ground as their legs failed them.

Even though the newcomer did not have an aura that suppressed all sentient beings, the cultivators here felt an instinctive fear emanating from the depths of their hearts and had no choice but to prostrate.