Quite a few people's eyes flickered with disbelief.
At that moment, a golden-haired man behind Chen Feng said, "Chen Feng, you said before that as long as we make you move your seat by one step, this matter will be settled. Does that still count?"
The moment he said this, the sharp gazes of nearly all the Heavenly Emperors locked onto Chen Feng's back.
"Of course!"
Chen Feng remained seated without looking behind him. "If I move my seat even half a step, I lose. But if I win, every one of you must kneel and submit to me!"
"Fine!" the golden-haired man said. "The eighteen of us Heavenly Emperors will attack you from behind. If you can remain unmoved, we will naturally be thoroughly convinced and kneel in submission to you. But if you lose, do not mention unifying the Heaven Realm ever again."
The expressions of the other Heavenly Emperors changed. Kneeling and submitting? That was rather serious.
But there was no other way now.
They had already attacked Chen Feng from behind, and Chen Feng had not minded. If they quibbled over this now, they would seem far too petty.
More importantly, they were confident that they could make Chen Feng move his seat.
They only needed to make him take one step.
"You may all step back first." With a wave of Chen Feng's hand, the Heavenly Emperors of Heavenly Sword Mountain and everyone else, including Zhong Sheng, all retreated.
They were atop a peak of Heavenly Sword Mountain, on an enormous platform. Once everyone stepped back, Chen Feng was the only one left, seated upon a black chair.
It was an ordinary chair, not some high-grade immortal artifact. Chen Feng sat upon it and closed his eyes.
In his view, even if these people attacked