When Xiu Ning bade Ye Xiwen farewell and hurried downstairs, those people had long been waiting below, pacing back and forth in extreme anxiety.
Every one of them held high positions and lived in luxury, dressed in the finest garments. Yet their faces were filled with sorrow, and even their clothes had long since been soaked through with cold sweat.
A few of them even looked at Senior Brother Feng, who was kneeling on the ground, with utter hatred in their eyes.
They could not be blamed for it. For people like them, who ordinarily controlled the fates of others, having their own destinies held in someone else's hand was undoubtedly a tremendous torment.
If it had merely been an ordinary person, they might have found some way to plead for mercy. But they were facing an Emperor. Every method they had prepared before an Emperor was utterly eclipsed, completely useless.
They had originally come in a blaze of righteous fury to demand an explanation. Looking back now, how laughable it was. A Quasi-Emperor daring to question an Emperor—on that point alone, even if they truly died, they would have died for nothing.
When an Emperor raged, ten million corpses lay strewn!
Even if he truly slaughtered everyone in their sect, from top to bottom, would anyone really make things difficult for an Emperor over people like them?
Although the Creation God Dynasty had established order, in practice, it would never offend an Emperor for the sake of an ordinary sect.
That was simply impossible.
Thus, the lives of everyone in their sect were now in Ye Xiwen's hands. As for fleeing, that was even less possible. If an Emperor truly set his mind on hunting them down, where could they possibly run? Could they really flee to the ends