Defeated!
He and the Ancestor were both at the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint.
Logically speaking, the gap between them shouldn't be too large.
"So, you've been holding back against me all along!"
Suddenly, as if realizing something, the Grand Emperor smiled bitterly, feeling immensely complicated.
Over the years, he and the Ancestor had fought many times, and each time they ended in a draw. This led him to the illusion that the Ancestor wasn't very powerful.
Now it seemed that the Ancestor had never exerted his full strength.
"The sword in my hand is the Emperor's treasured sword, containing the power of humanity. It can cut down all those who betray the clan. Even if you break through to the peak of Quasi-Saint, I will still prevail!"
The Ancestor slowly explained.
A single blue flower enlightened by the Emperor could vie with the will of the heavens; how much more so his personal sword?
"Haha~"
