Slaughter

Ye Futian's imperial light shot to towering heights and he held the Halberd of Space and Time as he took to the air, filled with thick murderous intent. His bloodstained clothes seemed to have turned golden and billowed wildly in the wind.

Many on the battlefield turned their eyes in his direction. Even saints came to sense an aura that put them on edge. Even though Ye Futian's own powers were limited, the imperial will inherent within his being was still something that demanded respect and worship from all living beings.

He was the only supreme being in that place.