The Evil Small Chiliocosm World

Everyone looked at Zhong Shan. Small Stool?

Sima Ce and the other immortals looked at Zhong Shan with mocking expressions. He was only at the Emperor Realm. Giving him a stool was already showing him enough respect. It would also serve to intimidate everyone. As long as everyone sat down, they would acknowledge his position as the strongest ruler, making what followed much easier.

Kong Lietian, Gu Zheng Yi, and Ying—the three Emperors—all looked at Zhong Shan. None of the three had sat down. They could all guess Sima Ce's intentions, but they also knew that Zhong Shan was no pushover. Based on past experience, no matter how difficult the circumstances, Zhong Shan could always find a strange path through them.

Zhong Shan looked at the Small Stool before him and revealed a bitter smile. It seems these immortals really think I'm an easy soft persimmon to squeeze?

Small Stool? How could Zhong Shan possibly sit on it? Though a true man could bend and stretch, when there was no need to bend, he absolutely could not yield.

Immortals? So what if they were immortals? In the Netherworld, they were merely my subjects.

A chill entered Zhong Shan's eyes.

"Please~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

Sima Ce called out to Zhong Shan once more. The most important part of this exchange was forcing this Emperor Realm expert to sit down.

A powerful aura pressed toward Zhong Shan. Sima Ce wanted to pressure him psychologically, but also physically. The formidable aura swept over like a violent gale, rushing straight at Zhong Shan as though it might blow him over at any moment.

At that moment, Emperor Xuan Sha stepped forward and stood before Zhong Shan. The violent gale of aura abruptly halted. Zhong Shan, seemingly unaware of everything, continued looking at the stool.

Sima Ce's brows