Lin Qian suddenly came to his senses and abruptly opened his eyes, as memories that had previously vanished surged back like a tide.
The Thunder Night Sword and the Cloud Sword were inherited from his parents—how could one be missing?
His master, Wei Wushuang, had clearly been healed by him—how could he have died?
Ye Xin had always stood by him unfalteringly—how could she look down on him and seek to annul their engagement?
The Huaxia Empire had become an inseparable part of him, a bond that existed across two lifetimes—how could it possibly disappear!
Majestic!
The Minghuang Emperor's Soul Power blazed, and the royal robe of imperial intent instantly formed, with nine dragons roaring out, smashing the encroaching disciples of the Shengtian Sect into oblivion, leaving no bones behind.
The overwhelming imperial might crushed outward, causing the approaching disciples of the Shengtian Sect to spit blood and die, one after another eventually vanishing abruptly.
Crack crack…
