The entire heaven and earth plunged into darkness. The terrifying pressure caused countless low-level cultivators in the city to tremble, falling to the ground, not daring to look up at the sky.
A man with a handsome and stern face, dressed in a purple robe, stood with his hands behind his back in mid-air, his eyes closed, exuding a terrifying aura, as if a deity had descended.
He gently raised his right hand, and a peculiar energy condensed, forming a giant vortex in his palm.
At this moment, all the lightning power was absorbed into the vortex and quickly disappeared.
The entire heaven and earth fell silent, as if even the sound of breathing was absent.
His gaze swept across the entire Ascendant City, and he said coldly, "You ants all deserve to die. How dare you take the dragon soul I nurtured? None of you lowly beings will be spared."
As soon as his voice fell, cries of mercy echoed throughout Ascendant City.
"Holy Emperor, we are just ordinary people."
"Holy Emperor, we don't know anything about any dragon soul. My child is still young, please show leniency and spare the child."
"Holy Emperor, as you know, we would never dare to take your dragon soul."
These ordinary people, and even cultivators, were no different from ants in front of this man.
Beneath the Holy Emperor, all are ants; this saying was absolutely accurate.
Even a peak Holy Venerate was merely a slightly larger ant.
This was why, no matter how hard they tried, despite the vast population and numerous Holy Venerates in the Holy Realm, there had never been a Holy Emperor.
Even in previous years, the existence of two Holy Emperors was exceedingly rare.
Teng Fei, the man in the sky, seemed not to hear the pleas from below, intent on killing everyone in the city, as if in his eyes, everyone besides himself deserved to die.
A cold glint appeared in his eyes, and he forcefully waved his palm towards the ground.
Rumble...
Destructive bolts of lightning surged from his palm, transforming into a sharp blade that pierced the crowd below.
Ahhhh...
Everyone on the ground, watching the cascading lightning, closed their eyes, as if awaiting the arrival of death.
The strike from an early-stage Holy Emperor was so powerful that they had already given up all hope of survival.
The might of a Holy Emperor's strike was beyond their comprehension, leaving them with no other thought but to await their demise.
Meanwhile, Chu Qingyu watched the Holy Emperor Teng Fei in the sky make his move, growing increasingly anxious.
It wasn't that she feared death herself, but that with this strike, everyone in Ascendant City would be annihilated, herself included.
She had never experienced such immense power, so suffocatingly vast.
"Please, act quickly, or all the ordinary people in the city will die," Chu Qingyu thought Xia Feng was hesitating to act. In her desperation, she resorted to a pleading tone, then immediately changed her demeanor, continuing, "Didn't you say you owed me a favor? Then use that favor to save everyone in Ascendant City."
At this moment, Chu Qingyu cast aside any thought for herself, focusing only on the plight of the city's ordinary populace.
Xia Feng glanced back at her and shook his head.
Chu Qingyu was stunned.
Refused?
Or was it that Xia Feng was not a peak Holy Emperor at all, and had been lying all along about his capabilities?
While Chu Qingyu was bewildered, Xia Feng slowly spoke, "To strike at ordinary people, such a person is bound to die. Naturally, I will not stand idly by. This favor does not count. Think carefully before you ask me for something next time."
Xia Feng certainly would not use this incident to settle a favor.
After uttering these words, Xia Feng looked at the descending lightning in the sky and casually waved his hand.
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