Emperor’s Domination

The youth’s appearance, albeit magnificent, mattered so little in the presence of the right hand. Upon seeing it, everyone had the illusion that this fist alone represented everything.

Fear surfaced next even for supreme overlords. All beneath the high heaven became shorter relatively since the fist represented ultimate power.

“Heaven Suppression Fist.” Everyone knew what it was despite the leather cover.

“Visceraless Young Noble.” Godstallion and Grand Preceptor were intimidated.

Normally, when an invincible figure appeared, people would call out their name or title. Treasures and merit laws would only be mentioned once used.

However, Visceraless Young Noble was an exception since others would call out the name of the fist first. He was secondary, an inferior being in comparison. Nevertheless, he never seemed to mind.

He was an ancient ancestor of the Sacred Mountain in the Old World with numerous achievements. However, they didn’t matter at all.

“Visceraless.” Godstallion scowled at the insult.

“Got a problem with my comment?” Visceraless glared at him.

“I wonder how many punches you can throw out.” Godstallion uttered coldly.

“You think too highly of yourself. How do you compare against Dragonblood?” Visceraless said.

Dragonblood Ancestor had the bloodline of a true dragon and was a great general under Dingtian, only below the supreme overlords. He won many battles for Supreme Heaven against its rival.

He eventually met Visceraless Young Noble on the battlefield. Despite having one foot in the overlord realm and exerting his bloodline to the limit, he still fell to a single punch. His primal anima was immensely tough but it still exploded.

“So just one punch.” Listeners took a deep breath.

“One is all you have, Dao Brother.” Grand Preceptor walked out of a portal.

“Just one, but can you stop it?” Visceraless responded.

Another rumor stated that Visceraless was comparable to an apex primal ancestor but couldn’t utilize the fist’s true power. Thus, he only had one punch before needing to recuperate for a lengthy period.

However, he was also right that no one here could stop the one punch.

“You wish to fight all of us?” Grand Preceptor’s momentum was inferior to the arrogant young noble.

“So who wants to come up to die first?” Visceraless spoke flippantly and aggressively.

Alas, no one was suicidal enough to try.