Little Lu, do not be rash. So what if you unleash a fatal blow at the cost of your soul's utter annihilation? Your opponent is a Golden Immortal.
Such an attack would not even be a tickle to them; it would not even count as a scrape! The fifty-second Human Emperor, Qing Luo, stopped Human Emperor Lu Yu's reckless, life-endangering behavior. Then what do you propose I do?!
Just stand here and watch the Ten Yama Kings fight to the death?! Lu Yu roared, kneeling on the ground, powerlessly pounding the earth, a stark contrast to his usually composed demeanor. If a soul could bleed, he would have long since shed tears of blood.
Qing Luo helped Lu Yu to his feet. Gazing at the bloody battle in the skies above the Underworld, she could only feel that the power of a Tribulation Transcendence Stage cultivator seemed utterly insignificant at this moment. The other Human Emperors gathered together, hating only that they could not join the battle and slay their enemies.
The first Human Emperor, Yuan Shang, and Long-browed Buddha walked over. Do not blame yourselves. The Yama Kings have their opponents, and we common ghost messengers have our own tasks.