Ye Futian held the spear in his hand and charged forward, his white robe swaying in the wind as divine light surrounded him. He was unstoppable.
Within the imperial city, many people had their eyes glued on Ye Futian, watching his every move. Even the top cultivators watched Ye Futian entering the imperial palace.
This white-haired lad was the genius of the Original Realm and had taken down a Great Emperor, although he was just an Emperor-to-be. He had killed seven Emperors with one spear. There were so many legendary stories about him. The many cultivators standing outside Donghuang Imperial Palace were all people he had to look up to once upon a time.
But now, it was the opposite.
They could only hope that Donghuang the Great would kill Ye Futian.
They were no longer fit to be discussed in the same breath as Ye Futian.