Emperor’s Domination

Killing Lostmetal and Goldclad would dramatically escalate the situation. The two were among the top five emperors of Desolate Frontier and served as pillars of the Chen. 

Doing this, in a sense, was declaring war against Desolate Frontier. After all, she was an outsider, and retribution was required.

As for her, she didn’t view this as a serious event since she had followed Desolate Ancestor to the battlefields. Emperors and desolate gods dying was far from a rare event.

“You dare?!” A figure appeared in the air, traveling on a limit path with numerous divine rings.

“Ten-realm Domination!” He raised his hands, changing the realms into armor plates attaching to his body.

He turned into an armored god of unreal height.

“Ten-realm Emperor!” Spectators shouted.

“Buzz.” He bought enough time to stop the withering, allowing the emperors’ true fate and anima tree to retreat to Centurial Peak.

However, his back bent down despite his major frame, unable to handle the pressure. Driedtree Emperor only needed to survive the tribulation and she would be an official primal ancestor.

She glared at him briefly before recalling her technique, allowing him to stand up straight again. She then turned her attention toward the tribulation above.

“Driedtree, Desonate Frontier has never mistreated you. You used our peak for dao progress yet you tried to kill our emperors? We banish you!” Ten-realm’s voice echoed across the sect, prompting the crowd to ponder.

Putting other details aside, he wasn’t completely wrong and could argue reason was on his side. 

Driedtree was not an official member of their sect yet she used their resources and tried to kill their emperors. From this alone, she appeared ungrateful and malicious.

However, she ignored the threat and maintained her focus. He took this as slight and humiliation.

Ever since he started the limit path, he found himself disliking her. After all, he thought if he had been given the same privilege of following Desolate Ancestor, he would have become a supreme overlord already. She was trash in his eyes for being stuck in this stage.

Now, this woman whom he viewed with disdain had surpassed him. The only way he could catch up was to become a primal ancestor himself.

Alas, given the Chen’s fallen state, he lost many advantages. The once-smooth road became exceedingly difficult. This reality was unacceptable for the prideful genius.

What was worse than being looked down upon? Being looked down upon by someone you looked down upon. He hated how she didn’t bother to look straight at him and was in a greater spot.

“Driedtree, come fight me!” He challenged her and summoned a massive hammer.

It had an elongated handle, allowing it to rest on his shoulder. The head was unconventional -  a rotating cylinder forged from layers upon layers of heavy iron plates.

Thus, when this hammerhead rotated, it emitted a grinding sound as if it were grinding the entire world beneath it. 

”Earthbreaker!” Crimson Virtue and the others became startled.

This was a primal weapon created during the fifth refinement cycle of the Chen.