937 The Ancient Emperors in the Coffins

Zi Daoyang; he was the son of the Violet Emperor, the one ranked at the top of the Immortal Ascension Rankings.

Yet now, someone was holding him by the throat in the air. It felt like that figure could take his life away with just a single thought.

The various geniuses present were all incomparably nervous. That gray-robed old man stared at Zi Daoyang, his empty eyes were seemingly able to penetrate all of Zi Daoyang’s thoughts.

—BOOM!— An intense energy wave abruptly gushed out as a voice drifted from Zi Daoyang’s body, "Sir, who might you be?"

"That isn’t Zi Daoyang’s voice!" Everyone’s faces stiffened. The Violet Emperor, it must be the Violet Emperor!

The gray-robed old man’s eyes continued staring at Zi Daoyang. And within Zi Daoyang’s eyes, the silhouette of the Violet Emperor suddenly appeared.