"Gu Qingfeng! What exactly have you been doing in the fifth trial for the past six months?" Emperor Qilin, who had always been at odds with Gu Qingfeng, was the first to demand an answer.
Gu Qingfeng's expression darkened instantly. "How dare you! Address me as Heavenly Emperor Gu!"
Though he cherished his kin, that was no excuse to tolerate their insolence.
Imagine having a family member—your own son—who refused to call you "Father" and instead addressed you by your full name. What father could endure such disrespect?
Emperor Qilin sneered. "Gu Qingfeng, do you have any idea how long we’ve waited for you? If the Heavenly Dao senses something amiss and our grand plan to overthrow the heavens is delayed, can you bear the consequences?"
"To hell with you, you old beast! Consider it an honor to wait for this emperor. Besides, did I ever ask you to wait? If you can’t stand it, then scram!" Gu Qingfeng believed in strict discipline to instill obedience—he had no patience for Emperor Qilin’s tantrums.
"You! You’re courting death!" Emperor Qilin erupted in fury. To be insulted so brazenly in front of the other Heavenly Emperors was more than he could stomach.
Especially now that he had regained most of his strength—his temper had returned in full force.
Boom!
Solar True Flames erupted violently, condensing into a blinding golden radiance in his palm, as though he held the sun itself.
The sheer power and terrifying heat of these flames were on an entirely different level compared to the Solar True Flames wielded by his descendant, Qilinzi.
The golden flames flickered with traces of darkness, warping and boiling the void around them. Even the Emperor’s Path seemed on the verge of melting under their intensity.
"Die!"
A blazing sun hurtled toward Gu Qingfeng, unleashing unimaginable destructive force.
Faced with this "warmth" from his kin, Gu Qingfeng curled his lips into a scornful smile. His pale hand stretched out, lightly pressing against the surface of the sun.
The moment before it could explode, the sun was abruptly compressed by an invisible force, shrinking rapidly until it vanished without a trace.
Emperor Qilin’s rage soared even higher. Without hesitation, he revealed his true form—a majestic golden qilin, its body seemingly forged from pure gold.
Solar True Flames spread endlessly, an overwhelming, immortal pressure flooding the void and shaking the Emperor’s Path itself.
Seeing Emperor Qilin’s "selfless generosity," Gu Qingfeng was deeply moved, his heart swelling with anticipation.
The other Heavenly Emperors, realizing Emperor Qilin had lost all restraint, swiftly intervened. Several of them flew forward to block his path.
"Emperor Qilin, don’t act recklessly! Our resurrection is at hand—the greater plan must take priority!"
"Stop this at once! If your full-powered clash disrupts the scheme, all our waiting over endless ages will have been for nothing!"
Their combined efforts finally restrained the enraged Emperor Qilin.
However, while they managed to hold him back, they forgot one crucial detail—they hadn’t restrained Gu Qingfeng.
"Let the old beast go! I’d like to see if he dares to charge at me!"
Just as Emperor Qilin was about to heed their advice for the sake of the plan, these words sent him into a frenzy. He struggled wildly, trying to break free from the Heavenly Emperors’ hold.
"Release me! Let me go! Today, I will kill him!" Emperor Qilin’s golden eyes blazed with fury, his entire body trembling with rage.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You’ve done all the posturing, but where’s the action? Or are you just putting on a show because you think others will stop us from fighting?" Gu Qingfeng’s eyes brimmed with undisguised contempt, pushing Emperor Qilin to the brink of explosion.
"AAAAAH! DIE! YOU WILL DIE!"
The Heavenly Emperors paled. "Stop watching! More of you, come and restrain him!"
"And you, Gu Qingfeng—shut your mouth!" Soul Heavenly Emperor roared.
Gu Qingfeng’s sharp gaze snapped toward him. "How dare you, you cowardly rat! Who do you think you are, addressing this emperor so casually? Call me Heavenly Emperor Gu!"
Soul Heavenly Emperor choked, nearly suffocating from sheer fury.
"I’ll call you—! You wretched bastard, I’ll end you!"
The other Heavenly Emperors panicked. Several more rushed forward to hold back the now-raging Soul Heavenly Emperor.
As chaos threatened to consume the scene, a few peacemakers stepped in to mediate.
After some time, order was finally restored.
"Heavenly Emperor Gu..." one of the Heavenly Emperors began politely.
"Hm? What is it?" Gu Qingfeng responded with a nasal hum, looking down his nose with an air of supreme arrogance.
The Heavenly Emperor suppressed his anger, repeatedly reminding himself of the greater plan.
Forcing a strained smile, he said, "Heavenly Emperor Gu, we’ve all withdrawn from the contest. The Flame Heavenly Emperor, Xiao Fan, is already waiting in the Void Battlefield. You should withdraw as well and not delay our grand plan to overthrow the heavens."
"Oh?" Gu Qingfeng tilted his head slightly, casting a glance toward the Void Battlefield.
Sure enough, the Flame Heavenly Emperor, Xiao Fan, sat cross-legged upon a radiant fire lotus, his form ethereal, like a deity.
As if sensing Gu Qingfeng’s gaze, Xiao Fan opened his eyes. His calm stare traversed layers of spatial barriers, meeting Gu Qingfeng’s own.
Their eyes locked—yet no sparks flew.
Outwardly, they seemed to regard each other, but in truth, neither truly saw the other.
One brimmed with arrogance, the other with serenity—yet both shared the same air of absolute supremacy.
Gu Qingfeng grinned darkly before turning back to the gathered Heavenly Emperors. With a mocking lilt, he asked, "And what if this emperor refuses?"
"What?!"
"What are you trying to do?!"
"If you delay the grand plan, we will never forgive you!"
The Heavenly Emperors erupted in outrage. Even the peacemakers could no longer hold back their fury.
Gu Qingfeng ignored their shock and anger. Calmly, he declared, "This era’s Heavenly Mandate belongs to me. Who agrees? Who objects?"
His absolute disregard for them ignited the wrath of every Heavenly Emperor present.
"Gu Qingfeng, you’ve gone too far!"
"The plan to overthrow the heavens cannot be ruined by you alone!"
"You think you can seize the Heavenly Mandate? Not if we have anything to say about it!"
As the Heavenly Emperors prepared to join forces and teach him a lesson, a tranquil voice suddenly echoed from the Void Battlefield.
"There’s no need to stop him. If he wishes to contend, let him."
It was the Flame Heavenly Emperor.
Xiao Fan watched the commotion outside with detached calm. Though his tone was mild, it radiated unshakable confidence—the mark of a truly invincible heart.
Hearing this, the others settled down.
Indeed, what did it matter if Gu Qingfeng entered the Void Battlefield? He would lose in the end.
They had witnessed the Flame Heavenly Emperor’s power firsthand. Gu Qingfeng stood no chance against him.
The difference was stark—Xiao Fan had cleared the Emperor’s Path in less than an hour, while Gu Qingfeng was the slowest of them all, spending half a year trapped in the fifth trial.
His earlier dominance was merely due to his undiminished strength while the others had yet to recover their peak power.
Coupled with his indestructible nature as a Sinborn, he had grown increasingly brazen.
In contrast, the Flame Heavenly Emperor’s power remained untouched. Worse yet, he had mastered two paths simultaneously—one of them being the profound and unfathomable Dao of Life and Death. With this alone, his combat prowess ranked among the top of the three thousand emperors and kings throughout history.
Add the Dao of Flames to the mix, and the result was far greater than the sum of its parts.
Although the Heavenly Emperors have never battled each other and thus lack an official ranking, there is no doubt that the Flame Heavenly Emperor possesses the potential to claim the throne!
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