Full Retreat

A mere will wanted him to worship it?

Ye Futian had encountered many Great Emperors and obtained quite a few of their inheritances.

The Haotian Clan was his mortal enemy. A Will of the Great Emperor from the camp of his mortal enemy wanted him to bow to it? He couldn't do so.

A fallen old god like him should pay his respects to the new god of the future!

Haotian the Great was a fallen old god. As for the new god, Ye Futian was naturally referring to himself.

He spoke with such arrogance. Could he reach the Imperial Realm in the future?

"A b*stard runs his mouth," said the voice.

In the sky above, the face was extremely authoritative. The might of a Great Emperor descended. It was terrifying. Ye Futian also felt this might, but he guarded his mind and soul. He did not allow himself to be shaken. It was just pressure.

"You are merely playing tricks," mocked Ye Futian.