The moment those words were spoken, everyone realized what Xu Yunxi intended to do!
Ye Yu hurriedly took several steps forward, but in the next instant, the Imperial Power within him surged, and scenes from his past life once more emerged in his sea of consciousness.
A ghostly voice rang out from within the Emperor Flame Sword.
"You want to become Emperor. You want to become Emperor. You have already abandoned everything. You do not even need friends. Only by being selfish and self-serving can you become Emperor. You are only half a step away. Why are you giving up?"
"If you give up at this critical moment, what meaning would all your sacrifices have had? What meaning would Fat Monk's death have had? Do you truly want to abandon everything halfway?"
"I like your decisiveness. You are my most ideal successor. You are ruthless enough. Why are you giving up now?"
The voice abruptly stopped there, followed by a violent fit of coughing, frail to the extreme.
At that moment, Ye Yu went limp and dropped to his knees in midair. Then he laughed at himself. "I cannot become Emperor. In the end, I am still not suited for the Imperial Path."
At the same time, Fat Monk, who lay in a pool of blood, suddenly convulsed. Gasping harshly, he jolted upright from the blood and turned to stare blankly at the severed finger on the ground.
The scenes from before resurfaced before Fat Monk's eyes.
The conditions for dissolving a master-servant contract required a great amount of the master's essence blood and a part of their body.
His master-servant contract with Ye Yu had been dissolved. He was free now...
Fat Monk came back to his senses and rushed toward the spatial rift.
When Fat Monk appeared outside