Emerson shook his head slowly, murmuring, "Even if I'm with ambition and aspirations, they can't be realized. Pitiful, truly pitiful me! Since that's the case, I'll just have to be the first one to pass."
As he spoke, his body flashed instantly, moving as if teleporting in front of someone, and said coldly, "Divine Separation Stage? Trash!"
Without the need for spirit energy to materialize a weapon, he simply concentrated his spirit energy on his fist and punched toward the person's chest.
The person felt a great threat and subconsciously leaked out his spirit energy to defend.
Emerson's fist collided with the person's protective spirit energy, and the person was sent flying backward like a kite with its string cut, soaring over the heads of the crowd.
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