As Su Yi’s calm voice rang out, he disappeared into thin air.

Then the purple-robed, white-bearded Qu Changhen saw this, his eyelids twitched, and he bellowed, “Be careful!”

With a swoosh of his sleeves, the massive, yellow-skinned gourd beneath his feet rumbled and surged with black smoke. Once it fully enveloped him, he completely disappeared.

“Hah!” The cattail fan-carrying, decrepit Hong Zhiwen’s voice boomed like spring thunder. Suddenly, thirty-six depictions of the Realm of Hungry Ghosts surrounded him, forming a multi-layered defense.

“Rise!” The willowy-bearded Tantai Ye’s sword case boomed, and a sword with a pinewood-grain pattern on its blade shot forth, forming countless perfectly circular sword curtains, like layered hidden realms. 

“Protect!” Fei Yanzhi flung her basket of flowers, and a massive black datura flower bloomed in the air. Each petal was as heavy as a mountain and flowing with the inscrutable power of Laws.

Practically simultaneously——

The other Emperors all activated their trump cards without hesitation. Some used talismans, while others took out treasures or unleashed secret abilities.

All were wondrous. The strength of Emperors was...