"Roar!!!"
Emperor Wushuang's body twisted wildly, then plummeted straight to the ground.
He crashed onto the ground with a thud.
His body gradually faded and then exploded into countless fragments, slowly dissipating.
Imperial City
On the dragon throne, Emperor Wushuang, who was cultivating, suddenly opened his eyes.
He stared wide-eyed, face flushed, then spat out a large mist of blood with a puff.
His entire aura became listless.
He clutched his chest, eyes filled with deep resentment:
"Wang Hao!!!"
"Sigh..... what a pity."
Wang Hao looked at the disappearing dragon tendon in his hand with some disappointment. He had wanted to make a belt with it.
Unfortunately, it was just a clone created by Emperor Wushuang using the power of the Nine Cauldrons.
He looked up at the bronze cauldron floating in the sky.
At this moment, Emperor Wushuang also regained his strength and began to mobilize the power within him to summon the bronze cauldron.
This was his foundation.
