"Who agrees? Who objects?" Emperor Li asked the others, a hint of amusement on his face.
He found that Ye Xiwen truly suited his tastes. The character Li had been chosen for his title, and from that alone, one could see exactly what kind of temperament he possessed.
As the saying went, names might be mistaken, but nicknames never were. That single character, Li, said more than enough.
Even someone as arrogant and overbearing as him had never experienced challenging a whole crowd of Emperor Lords at once.
Yet Ye Xiwen seemed not to care at all. Or perhaps, to him, unless a supreme expert of the Seventh Stage appeared, there would be no difference whatsoever. Numbers were no longer a standard by which he measured his opponents.
Displeasure appeared on the faces of the many Emperor Lords. Everywhere in the Creation Realm, these people were figures capable of summoning wind and rain. Whatever they wanted, no one had ever been able to refuse them.
Yet so many of them had been blocked by just Ye Xiwen and Emperor Li.
The very thought of it made them feel utterly stifled.
"Don't be afraid. There are so many of us—are we supposed to fear just the two of them?" an Imperial-level being shouted.
The many Emperor Lords were instantly invigorated. Indeed, they were Emperor Lords, invincible beneath heaven. Since when had they fallen so low as to live by watching others' expressions?
"Martial Emperor, Emperor Li, do you two really intend to swallow all the wealth for yourselves? Isn't your appetite a little too big?"
An Emperor Lord protested. They did not intend to take everything away; they merely wanted at least a share of it.
Ye Xiwen and Emperor Li were not the only ones with the Heavenly Eye Divine