Everyone was stunned.
For Valerius to lower his posture so thoroughly, for his tone to be so respectful—there was no longer any doubt.
An Emperor Realm powerhouse.
A being who stood above all Supremes, overlooking the rise and fall of sects.
One by one, the Ultimate Supremes present recovered from their shock and hurriedly raised their hands in salute.
"We meet the Emperor!"
The voices overlapped, echoing across the Heavenly Water Mountains like thunder rolling through clouds.
Ethan did not dare to delay.
Standing atop the ancient tree, he cupped his fists toward the white-robed phantom, his posture neither servile nor arrogant, but perfectly measured.
An Emperor.
In the entire Demon Territory, there was only one such existence known to all.
The ruler of White Emperor City.
The Lord of the Demon Territory.
The White Emperor.
