The Emperor Gate was golden, radiating a brilliance even more dazzling than gold, yet its material was clearly not simple gold, for it also emanated an endless sense of indestructibility, even a sacred and inviolable aura.
Upon seeing this gate, an urge would stir within one's heart to open it and enter. This was, in truth, a form of illusion. Chu Feng had once fallen prey to it, but now, he would not.
"Come out."
Suddenly, Chu Feng threw a punch. A torrent of martial power surged forth, ultimately slamming into the Emperor Gate with a thunderous boom.
Chu Feng's punch carried immense force, yet when it struck the Emperor Gate, the gate showed not the slightest change—it didn't even tremble.
Frowning slightly, Chu Feng considered. With his current strength, even if it were an Emperor Armament, his punch should cause some reaction. Yet this Emperor Gate stood firm, proving it was even more formidable than he had imagined.
Hum—
In the next instant, an invisible force emanated from within the Emperor Gate. It was the Emperor's Might.
The invisible aura became tangible. In the areas it touched, a blue sky appeared, along with white clouds, rivers, and earth. In the blink of an eye, the vast underground world transformed into a breathtaking, picturesque scene.
Moreover, the aura continued to shift. In the end, within that scenery, a golden radiance extended outward, rapidly expanding until it formed a humanoid figure.
With its head touching the blue sky and feet planted on the earth, although its entire body was ablaze with golden light, obscuring its features, the mere appearance of such a figure commanded no doubt from anyone regarding its power.
This was the very Emperor's Might that Chu Feng once could not face, could not even bear to look directly at.
"So, you're going to be my opponent? But in your current state, I'm afraid you're not up to the task."
Chu Feng smiled faintly. He could already tell this was no ordinary Emperor's Might; it contained the strength of a Martial Emperor—a first-rate Martial Emperor at that.
But Chu Feng was no longer the youth of old. Back then, this Emperor's Might had loomed over him like a war god; he couldn't hope to contend with it, as if a mere exhalation from it could blow him to death.
Now, with this Emperor's Might manifesting again, Chu Feng found he could disregard it entirely.
Roar—
As if understanding Chu Feng's words, the Emperor's Might let out a furious roar. It then took several steps forward, causing the void to shudder continuously, and launched itself directly at Chu Feng.
"I apologize, Senior," Chu Feng said as the attack bore down. Instead of striking immediately, he offered a respectful bow.
Even if this was only an Emperor's Might, in Chu Feng's eyes, it held special meaning. If it were destroyed now, it might never appear again—a symbol that the past was truly past, gone forever.
Having offered his respectful salute, the attack from the Emperor's Might arrived. A colossal fist descended from the sky, now less than ten meters from Chu Feng.
"Ha!!!"
At this moment, Chu Feng let out a mighty shout. His right hand clenched into a fist, and he punched forcefully upward.
Boom—
In an instant, two fists of vastly different sizes collided.
Yet, upon contact, the enormous fist shattered into pieces. Following closely behind, the wisp of Emperor's Might dissipated and vanished.
Hum—
However, no sooner had that wisp of Emperor's Might been dispersed than ten more willed forth, transforming into ten giant golden figures.
This time, the Emperor's Might had not only increased in number but also in cultivation level—they were ten manifestations of a third-rate Martial Emperor's Might.
"Scatter!!!"
Yet this time, Chu Feng merely waved his sleeve. The ten manifestations of Emperor's Might vanished instantly, their attacks never even having the chance to be launched.