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Shura's entire body stiffened, his heart filled with fear.

He could clearly feel the intense power contained in the hand pressing on his head.

It was as if with just a gentle press, his skull and soul could be crushed into nothingness!

Answer me.

Feng Zhi, with his imposing and dignified appearance, coldly looked down at him, increasing the force in his hand once more.

Shura's eyes were bloodshot and his gaze was filled with rage.

He roared inwardly, cursing Feng Zhi's ancestors for eighteen generations.

This bastard used his oppressive aura to freeze his body in place, preventing him from even moving his mouth, so how could he possibly say anything?

Shame, humiliation, anger... a multitude of emotions overwhelmed him, and his Dao heart nearly collapsed.

Feng Zhi clearly still remembered the grudge from the sword strike, and was determined to humiliate him in front of countless people, shattering his dignity completely.

He is a descendant of the Asura clan and the eighth-generation descendant of the Great Emperor. How noble is his status?

Now, however, he is being held down like a dead dog, mocked and humiliated.

Moreover, there was no way to break the deadlock, and Shura felt a sense of powerlessness.

He was determined to die, and even considered self-destruction.

But the idea was quickly suppressed by a force above his head, as if reminding him to stop dreaming.

He smiled bitterly to himself, realizing he could do nothing, not even control his own death...

The gazes of countless people seemed like a final execution. Shura's mind completely collapsed, his body went limp, and he fainted.

Feng Zhi looked at the Asura Clan in his hand, which resembled a corpse, and sneered:

"That's it? Useless."

He tossed it away with perfect precision, without any personal emotion.

Unfortunately, they bumped right into Dou Zhan, who had already fainted on the ground.

Because Shura's face was facing down, his lips landed squarely on Douzhan's face.

The two of them ended up on top of each other in an extremely absurd position.

Everyone's expressions turned strange; they wanted to laugh but dared not, for fear of provoking that evil star whose strength was comparable to the young emperor and who also had a peculiar and wicked sense of humor.

Feng Zhi clapped his hands and turned his gaze to the remaining three people.

Aoki collapsed to the ground, staring blankly at the sky. His maniacal laughter seemed to still echo in the wind. He was like an insect whose shell had been crushed.

Fengbo and Cangming lay side by side in the scorched earth in the distance, their eyes wide and lifeless, like living dead.

From the moment Feng Zhi unleashed his full power, they knew the tide had turned and their will to fight had vanished.

Even if they have a last ounce of strength left, a final, trump card...

At this point, I didn't want to continue fighting anymore, because it was pointless.

"Boring."

Seeing their attitude, Feng Zhi shook his head and instantly lost interest.

Torture these mindless zombies is pointless; he still prefers their previous unruly demeanor.

Feng Zhi stopped looking at the prodigies of the divine race who were lying on the ground, turned around, and walked towards the crowd.

With each step he took, his towering figure, which swept across the universe and held the sun, moon, and stars above his head, shrank a little, appearing both dreamlike and real, like an immortal or a god.

At first glance, the entire battlefield resembled a hellish inferno.

Countless deep pits, the earth was shattered and broken, and the subterranean fire and magma were still rolling and gushing. The five young supreme beings all lay prostrate behind him, and none of them dared to raise their heads again.

Feng Zhi had a tall, slender, and crystalline physique, with wildly dancing black hair, bright and spirited eyes, and blood flowing endlessly through his body, like a sun rising slowly from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

The scene was so spectacular, like being surrounded by stars, nothing could compare.

"The potential to become an emperor..." an old human cultivator murmured, his eyes misty.

"Such a demeanor... already bears the mark of an emperor! I never imagined that in my lifetime I would witness the magnificence of such a figure. My life is now complete..."

"Even when five supreme prodigies joined forces, he still crushed them. At this age, who else among his generation can match his combat prowess?!"

One middle-aged cultivator was so excited that he trembled all over, as if he were the one who had just suppressed the gods.

"On the path to the throne, he will surely have a place! No, he will definitely reach the top one day!"

"In this lifetime, our human race is truly destined to produce a great emperor!"

Many young human cultivators followed the returning figure with fervor.

Even some of the old-timers who always stayed hidden in the shadows had a misty look in their eyes.

The long-dormant racial expectations deep within their bloodline were finally ignited at this moment.

Their human race hasn't produced a new emperor in far too long...

Nearly ten million years have passed since the last Chaos Emperor.

That span was far too long, long enough for some supposedly immortal supreme lineages to perish.

So long ago, many people thought that the Human Emperor was just a vague legend existing only in mythology.

Some truly devoted elders are even more aware of this.

Although Ziwei Star is stable, with numerous imperial weapons and a profound foundation, and various powerful clans checking and balancing each other, it seems as solid as a rock.

But beyond this star field, the universe is far more vast and cruel than imagined!

The depths of the starry sky hold too much blood and chaos, ancient enemies that watch over them constantly, and unspeakable ominous presences.

And those dark turmoil events that appear only in fragments of ancient history!

Every so often, in order to prolong life, a supreme being, having exhausted itself, will harvest all living beings.

Stars turned to ash, civilization ceased, eternal silence descended, leaving only desolation and ruins in its wake...

Even beyond the universe, countless unspeakable lurks in the shadows of chaos, watching over this world, waiting for a moment of weakness before unleashing their destructive power.

Because of the presence of dozens of imperial weapons, Ziwei Star has rarely been truly affected by these disasters.

However powerful an imperial weapon may be, it is ultimately just a secret weapon, and the cost of activating it is the same for everyone.

To fully awaken it, one would need either formidable cultivation, countless rare and precious materials, or even the bloodline of an emperor, with his descendants offering themselves as firewood...

No matter how rich the human race's resources are, without the replenishment of new blood, they will eventually be exhausted.

A great era also signifies great chaos.

In everyone's predictions, the future was shrouded in darkness, and no one knew what kind of changes would occur in this special era.

If the worst happens, and humanity has no emperor-level figure to hold the line, no peerless figure to support the world...

Those imperial weapons that once protected billions of lives will eventually fade, fall silent, and return to dust.

What will become of humanity then?

Therefore, Feng Zhi's performance today not only demonstrated his own prowess, but also gave them hope.

This is the real reason why a few old cultivators were moved to tears; they were shedding tears for the sake of the race's future.

"God bless humanity! God bless my race!"