Chapter 872 Time Fragment Rule (Part One)

Everyone seemed to see the deepest darkness in the world as the black monkey stood there. None of them ever remembered feeling so terrified and horror-stricken before. It was as if something utterly evil and perilous was clutching at their hearts and dragging their souls down.

"I am the Misty Emperor. Who are you?"

Although scared, the lord of the Space-time Palace ventured to ask with a tone that conveyed both fear and awe.

"The Misty Emperor?" The black monkey eyed him from head to toe as he asked.

"Yes." The Misty Emperor nodded.

The black monkey burst into laughter. "You have the cheek to call yourself an emperor? Do you believe your skills qualify you for that title? I've killed tons of half-step emperors, and every one of them was stronger than you, asshole!" the black monkey jeered with disdain.

"Who the hell are you?" the Misty Emperor asked as fury coursed through him. "Don't try to deceive me with your foul words. You're not as strong as you think. If I have estimated correctly, you are the so-called Primitive Emperor. Am I right?"

As tales of the Primitive Emperor had been in his mind, without much thought, the Misty Emperor concluded that the monkey was the one that Darren and Luther had mentioned.

"Me?" The black monkey paused and glanced around. He noticed that everyone present was waiting for his answer with eyes widened and bated breaths. A cunning smile danced on his lips, and when it seemed intolerable for the Misty Emperor to wait any longer, the black monkey declared, "I am your grandfather."

Boom!

The black monkey's words had hardly left his lips when the wrath of the Misty Emperor burst forth like a gushing flood and shook the entire space.

"Did that anger you? Taste the power of my stick. Perhaps it

deceive me, you rascal!"

The Misty Emperor was indeed doubtful, for he had never thought that the famous Barnes the Holy would look like a ferocious black monkey.

Moreover, he clearly perceived that his strength was even no stronger than that of a senior holy warrior who had survived six tribulations. The Misty Emperor continued to ponder over the situation in his mind. Gradually, he became more confident that the black monkey could never be Barnes the Holy. From his understanding of senior holy warriors who had survived six tribulations, he judged that killing a new half-step emperor like himself would be just like smashing an ant to them.

So, at length, the Misty Emperor concluded that the black monkey was not Barnes the Holy.

"It matters little whether you believe that I am Barnes the Holy or not. You are going to die anyway!"

Barnes growled and gritted his teeth.

Once again, he released his golden stick and flung it at the Misty Emperor.

"Space-Time Collapse Skill!"

the Misty Emperor roared. He was prepared this time, so he instantly put his mightiest skill into action. A few seconds later, a seven-colored beam of light rose from his palms.