Two golden and red torrents attacked, causing Whitebeard's expression to change.

"Double air shock."

Whitebeard's movements were very fast, and he smashed out the air pressure shields with his hands respectively. The atmosphere in front of him and behind him was completely shattered, and the two torrents collided with each other in the air.

The world first went dark, and then became brighter and brighter, until it was hard to keep your eyes open.

The terrifying mushroom cloud completely destroyed everything.

Suddenly, a stream of light from the gunfire rushed straight through the mountains rising from the ground, leaving behind a broad road and then being buried by the soil on the seabed.

When everything calmed down, the whole world took a breath of cold air.

"The Golden Emperor still lost."

"How is it possible? How could Emperor Gaia, who started the era of cultivation, lose!"

"This is impossible."

Some people around the world roared and watched the live broadcast in disbelief.

Just because in the billowing smoke, Whitebeard walked out with bruises all over his body.

Although his steps were staggering, his footsteps were bloody, and his face was pale and he was breathing heavily, he had no intention of falling down.

On the contrary, at the end of Kangzhuang Avenue, the Golden Emperor was buried and never moved again.

Some people simply can't accept it.

For the people at the bottom of the world, the Golden Emperor is the light of hope and their savior.

If the Golden Emperor hadn't started the era of cultivation, how would they, the people at the bottom, have the chance to change their destiny?

All the middle and upper class people in the world want to cut the Golden Emperor into pieces, but the slaves living at the bottom are worshiped and respected by the people.

Even in some people's minds, the Golden Emperor is their belief.
Chapter completed!