Ying's Divine Power

"Since you entered my world, refused my toast, and still want to leave?"

The moment Sima Ce finished speaking, it meant he was preparing to launch a beheading operation. As long as he killed these few emperors, their dynasties would become scattered sand. Then, with Gu Zheng Yi sending troops in all directions, unifying the world would be within reach.

Sima Ce had originally made two preparations. On one hand, he would try to persuade the emperors with words; on the other, if negotiations failed, he would slaughter them.

One Celestial Immortal, ten Earth Immortals, and the fact that they were inside the Celestial Immortal's "world"—in Sima Ce's eyes, there was practically no suspense.

Ying was not angered by Sima Ce's words. Instead, he looked at Sima Ce and said, "Outside this Small Chiliocosm World, a large number of forces have gathered, haven't they? So much so that the Supreme Beginning Sacred Court cannot spare any manpower this time and has merely sent you here, hoping to intimidate the world into submission?"

When he heard Ying's words, Sima Ce raised his brows, and a chill flashed through his eyes. The Ten Earth Immortals, however, exchanged glances, confusion flickering in their eyes.

"Am I not enough?" Sima Ce asked coldly.

Sima Ce finally understood why everything had gone wrong earlier. It turned out these people had never thought much of him in the first place. How could this be? Had this group of people gone mad? That Zhong Shan was at the Emperor Realm, yet they treated him as an equal. And he, a Celestial Immortal who was equivalent to the twelfth level of the Tian Ji Realm here, was actually looked down upon? Were the people of this Small Chiliocosm World all this neurotic?

Ying looked at Sima Ce and