At this moment, Sikong Jing naturally felt a profound respect for the Qianyuan War Emperor as well. When the Qianyuan War Emperor had decided to resist back then, he had known full well that death was certain, yet he had charged forward without hesitation.
Only because he could not bear to see the lives of the Central Plains reduced to ashes and ruin.
"That damned bastard! He would rather give up his chance at the Saint Martial Stage and use the power of his breakthrough to perish together with me!"
"That bastard hid himself far too deeply."
"Unfortunately, he still failed. Not only did he fail to kill me, but he got himself killed instead. So I fucking refined him into a War Puppet—dead or alive, he had to be my slave..."
As he said this, the old man revealed a gaze as though he wanted to tear the Qianyuan War Emperor to pieces.
Sikong Jing also glanced at the Qianyuan War Emperor's corpse before saying softly, "But the Qianyuan War Emperor succeeded. He blasted your spiritual projection into a grievous wound, leaving you unable to control anyone else. Now, you even fear those at the Emperor Realm."
The words seemed to stab viciously into the old man's heart, making his spiritual projection twist wildly.
That was the truth...
Although the Qianyuan War Emperor's resistance had not completely killed the old man, it had left him unable to harm the world again for three thousand years. He could only hide within the Willow Leaf Sacred Wall, never daring to show his face again...
Because he no longer possessed the strength to stand above the Central Plains. Anyone who reached the Emperor Realm could kill him.
But soon, the old man's spiritual projection recovered. He replied in an incomparably gloomy voice,