In the mountain hollow, the bonfire flickered, its dim light illuminating the wild, mocking faces of the Great Black Heaven martial artists.
They had no idea that a tall, solitary figure had appeared in the Void above their heads.
All they saw was the fallen Saint Emperor chained to a stone pillar. His pupils suddenly contracted, and he stared upward in horror, his body trembling faintly.
To these ants, his loss of composure meant only that the relentless humiliation had finally broken him.
The Saint Sect expert leading them raised a black wine jar, took a long swig, and sneered.
"What?"
"Finally can't take it?"
"Even a mighty Saint Emperor has his breaking point?"
A Saint Emperor beside him joined in, his face full of brazen mockery. "You kept quiet before, pretending to be all pride and backbone, as if none of us were worthy of humiliating you."
"Can't hold it in anymore?"
"Then speak. Beg us. Give us a little fun, and maybe we'll even let you kneel and plead. We might stop humiliating you then. Wouldn't that be a relief..."
The Great Black Heaven martial artists piled on one after another, every word grating, their arrogance knowing no bounds.
They had long grown used to doing as they pleased in this dark prison without heaven or earth, amusing themselves at the expense of a Saint Emperor who had once stood far above them.
As they saw it, everyone in the Endless Dark Abyss apart from Great Black Heaven was a prisoner awaiting slaughter, an ant awaiting its fall. None could pose the slightest threat to them.
But the instant those words ended—
"You pieces of trash think you're worthy of making a Saint Emperor kneel and beg?"
A figure drifted down.
He appeared without warning in the mountain