I'm not a drama god

Chen Ling glanced at them, and then continued to look upwards as if he was nothing, as if he didn't take these people seriously at all. He only cared about how far he had to go before he could reach the end of the stairs...

His steps were still steady and heavy.

Even though he did not move at all, the people holding weapons felt a sense of oppression coming towards them. They wanted to retreat but did not dare to. They could only bite the bullet and trembled as they raised their weapons towards Chen Ling.

The costumes of the stage and the emperor fluttered in the wind. Chen Ling walked to the steps in front of them slowly, without pausing for a moment, and calmly pushed his neck towards those sharp weapons...

At the moment when the two were about to touch, Chen Ling uttered two words lightly:

"Kneel down."

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden imperial power surrounding him suddenly rioted, like a ferocious beast awakening from sleep, roaring at the people in front of him!

bang-

All the figures blocking Chen Ling's way felt their legs go weak and they fell to the ground.

Under Chen Ling's oppression, unprecedented fear surged from the bottom of their hearts. Their bodies were out of control, and the weapons in their hands fell with clanking, scattered all over the ground.

Amidst the chaos, Chen Ling walked calmly through.

In front of him, only the "quasi-emperor" was still gritting his teeth and holding on. Even though his sword was no longer stable and his legs were shaking like Parkinson's disease, at least he managed to stand...

But at this moment, his face no longer had the original stubbornness, 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 them who were to be emperors were nothing but ridiculous chickens and dogs. There was no comparison at all.

He saw Chen Ling's hand raised and moved closer to his chest, but he had no intention of resisting and let Chen Ling press on his chest...

Chen Ling felt a weak force coming from the palm of his hand and his brows raised slightly.

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

Chen Ling sensed the response from his own imperial destiny, and with a clasp of his five fingers, he actually dug the "quasi-emperor destiny" out of the other person's body. A ray of gold appeared in Chen Ling's palm.

After his "quasi-emperor fate" was taken away, the quasi-emperor's face turned pale instantly, and he seemed to have lost all his strength, collapsing 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 that this is a clumsy fake."

Chen Ling clenched his five fingers and crushed it directly between his palms. He seemed to have guessed something and his eyes narrowed slightly:

"interesting……"

As if to confirm his own thoughts, Chen Ling continued to move forward and climb to the end of the road to the throne.

As the demon-like figure gradually faded away, the people who collapsed to the ground were lifeless, especially the "quasi-emperor" whose fate was crushed, with a hint of despair in his eyes...

……

boom--! ! !

Under the chaotic sky, a black wave engulfed several mountain peaks, directly tearing the remnants of several emperors who were originally standing on them into pieces, and gradually disappeared into the air.

Facing the siege of hundreds of emperors, Xuan Yujun did not show any sign of weakness. Instead, he fought more and more fiercely, and even killed his way from the outermost layer of the monument to the middle section.

Different from the first few short monuments, the monuments here are obviously much taller, and the emperors sitting here are no longer the regrets of those mediocre emperors who had made no achievements, but emperors who had truly made great achievements.

"Lord Xuanyu is so strong." Sun Bumian couldn't help but sigh, "According to this attitude, no one in the entire Imperial Dao Ancient Treasures can be his opponent..."

Bai Ye was not surprised at all and said calmly:

"That's normal. If it was the ancient treasures of the other fourteen divine ways, even Xuan Yujun would not be able to break through it easily. However, the ancient treasures of the imperial way have been lost for hundreds of years and are only empty shells left... With these remnants, it is impossible for them to be his opponent."

"Then it seems that we don't have to think of a way to escape."

As Sun Bumian spoke, he looked at the emperor holding the broken bowl.

He was looking at the direction where Xuan Yujun was coming from with a serious expression. Suddenly, he seemed to notice something and looked down at the path leading down the mountain...

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

In their perception, those "quasi-emperors" who had already embarked on the road to ascending the throne were like row candles blown out by the wind, quickly extinguishing one after another!

They immediately looked and saw that on the road to the throne, an actor wearing an imperial robe was walking across the sky and earth towards the "Flying Dragon in the Sky". Behind him, both the future emperor and their followers were lying on the ground like mud, in a scattered state.

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

Clusters of clusters...

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

The actor emperor crossed the road to the throne and walked straight towards the only remaining Wu Qiong!

When the remnants of many emperors saw this, blinding light burst out from their bodies at the same time, and the mighty imperial power intertwined into two giant hands, grabbing towards that road at an extremely fast speed!

……

"Ok?"

As Chen Ling stepped onto the steps, a surge of imperial pressure descended from the sky, grabbing straight down!

Chen Ling frowned, and saw one of the imperial mighty hands flying straight towards him. Without hesitation, he activated the [Cloud Step] and leaped up!

He was extremely fast, and he rushed to the edge under the huge palm pressing down. With a loud bang, the palm actually smashed onto the path to the throne!

boom--! !

Dense cracks spread along the path to the throne. This extremely stable golden path was forcibly shattered by the joint efforts of the emperors. Countless figures fell downwards along with the disintegrating imperial power...

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

Chen Ling narrowly avoided the attack with the help of [Cloud Step]. Looking back, he saw another mighty hand directly grabbing Wu Qiong in the front and taking him towards "Flying Dragon in the Sky"!

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

……

Wu Qiong was grabbed by the big hand in fear and passed through the clouds directly. After a dizzying spin, she was under the chaotic sky... She looked around in astonishment, and saw 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 longing glances at you]

Before Wu Qiong understood what was happening, she saw the remnants of the emperor move at the same time, leaping up from their respective mountaintops, transforming into silk threads in the sky, and frantically drilling into her body!