I'm not a theatre god

Chen Ling glanced at them, then continued to look upward as if they were nothing, as if he didn't notice these people at all. He only cared about how far he had to go to reach the end of the steps...

His pace was still steady and heavy.

Even though he didn't make the slightest move, everyone with weapons in hand felt a sense of oppression coming towards them. They wanted to retreat but didn't dare, so they could only bite the bullet and point tremblingly at Chen Ling with their weapons.

The opera robes and the royal robes overlapped and fluttered in the wind. Chen Ling walked slowly to the steps in front of them, without any pause in her steps, and calmly moved her neck towards the sharp soldiers...

Just when the two were about to touch, Chen Ling faintly uttered two words:

"Kneel down."

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden imperial power surrounding him suddenly rioted, like a savage beast waking up from sleep, thundering and roaring at the people in front of him!

Clang——

All the figures who stood in front of Chen Ling's legs weakened and fell to their knees.

Under Chen Ling's oppression, unprecedented fear welled up from the bottom of their hearts. Their bodies refused to obey their orders, and the weapons in their hands fell with a clanging sound, falling to the ground in a mess.

In the chaos, Chen Ling walked calmly through.

In front of him, only the "quasi-emperor" gritted his teeth and persisted. Even though he could no longer hold the sword firmly in his hand, and even though his legs were shaking like Parkinson's disease, at least he managed to stand...

But at this time, his face had no original stubbornness at all, only paleness and despair.

He knew that the gap between himself and Chen Ling was too big. In front of this [actor emperor], all of their quasi-emperors were just ridiculous chickens and tile dogs, and there was no comparison at all.

He saw Chen Ling's palm raised and moved closer to his chest, but he didn't have the slightest intention to resist, letting Chen Ling press it on his chest...

Chen Ling felt a weak force coming from her palm and raised her brows slightly.

"Is this your "quasi-emperor's fate"?"

Chen Ling sensed the response from his own emperor's fate, and with a click of his five fingers, he directly dug out the "quasi-emperor's fate" from the opponent's body, and a ray of gold appeared in Chen Ling's palm.

After being deprived of his "quasi-emperor's fate", the quasi-emperor's face instantly turned pale, and his whole figure seemed to have lost all strength and collapsed to the ground like mud.

"It has nothing to do with the Dao Foundation of the Imperial Dao Ancient Collection, nor does it have anything to do with the [Emperor's Fate]... It seems like this is a clumsy fake."

Chen Ling grasped it with five fingers and crushed it directly in his palm. He vaguely seemed to have guessed something and narrowed his eyes slightly:

"interesting……"

As if to confirm his thoughts, Chen Ling continued to climb towards the end of the road to the throne.

Watching the demonic figure gradually go away, the people who collapsed on the ground were lifeless, especially the "quasi-emperor" who had been forcibly pinched to death, a trace of despair rose in his eyes...

…

boom--! ! !

Under the chaotic sky, a black wave swallowed up several mountain tops, directly tearing the remaining thoughts of the emperors who were standing on them into pieces, and gradually disappeared into the sky.

Faced with the siege of hundreds of Emperor Cannian, Xuanyujun did not show any signs of decline. Instead, he fought more and more fiercely. He actually fought all the way from the outermost layer of the monument to the middle section.

Different from the first few short monuments to great achievements, the monuments here are obviously much taller. The people sitting here are no longer the remnants of mediocre emperors who have made no achievements, but the emperors who have truly made achievements. .

"Xuanyujun is so strong." Sun Bumian couldn't help but sigh, "With this attitude, no one in the entire Imperial Dao Ancient Zang can be his opponent..."

Bai Ye was not surprised by this and said calmly:

"It's normal. If it were the ancient treasures of the other Fourteen Divine Paths, I'm afraid even Lord Xuanyu wouldn't be able to break through them easily. But the ancient treasures of the Imperial Path have been left behind for hundreds of years, and there are only empty shells left... Based on these remnants, it can't be his opponent."

"Then it seems we don't have to find a way to escape."

As Sun BuMian spoke, he looked at the emperor Can Nian who was holding the broken bowl.

He was looking solemnly at the direction Xuan Yujun was coming from. Suddenly he seemed to notice something and looked down at the enthronement road that extended down the mountain...

Not only him, but most of the emperors in the depths also turned their heads to look.

In their perception, the "quasi-emperor's destiny" who had already embarked on the road to the throne was like a row of candles blown out by the wind, quickly extinguished one after another!

They immediately looked intently and saw an actor in imperial robes walking across the sky and earth on the road to the throne, walking toward the "Flying Dragon in the Sky". Behind him, whether it was the quasi-emperor or their followers, They were all lying on the ground like mud, in pieces.

Seeing this scene, the expressions of many emperors' cannian suddenly changed. They looked at each other as if they were communicating something.

Clusters of clusters...

As another quasi-emperor was killed by Chen Ling, in front of him, only Wu Qiong's team was still approaching the sky. They were the only quasi-emperors left in this ancient treasure, and they were also the last remaining ones. of waxy light.

The actor emperor crossed the road to ascend the throne and approached Wu Qiong, the only one left!

When many emperors saw this, dazzling light erupted from their bodies at the same time, and the mighty imperial power intertwined into two big hands, grabbing at that road at high speed!

…

"Um?"

Chen Ling stepped on the steps with her feet, and a surge of imperial pressure fell from the sky, grabbing straight down!

Chen Ling frowned, and saw one of the imperial mighty hands flying straight towards him. He did not hesitate to activate [Cloud Step] and leap up!

His speed was extremely fast, and he swept towards the edge under the huge palm pressing down. With a loud roar, the palm actually smashed on the road to the throne!

Boom--! !

Dense cracks spread on the road to the throne. This extremely stable golden road was forcibly smashed by the joint efforts of the emperors. Countless figures fell downwards with the disintegrating imperial might...

In the end, only half of the broken road was left, hanging from the sky.

Chen Ling narrowly avoided the attack with [Cloud Step]. He looked back and saw that another imperial mighty palm directly grabbed Wu Qiong in the front and took him to "Flying Dragon in the Sky"!

Seeing that the emperors had taken Wu Qiong away in advance, Chen Ling had a bad feeling in her heart...

...

Wu Qiong was caught by the big hand in fear and passed through the clouds directly. After a dizzy spin, she was under the chaotic sky... She looked around in astonishment, and saw the mountain peaks sitting below her, and countless golden figures looking up at her at the same time.

[You have become the only quasi-emperor]

[Many emperors cast eager eyes on you]

Before Wu Qiong understood what was going on, she saw the remnants of the emperors move at the same time, leaping from their respective mountain peaks, turning into silk threads all over the sky, and madly drilling into her body!