At this sight, Xia Huanyu tightened his lips and said solemnly, "We are all experts who have undergone professional training. We absolutely must not laugh when we should not—unless... we cannot hold it in."
The moment the last five words fell, the corners of the emperors' mouths could no longer hold firm, curling upward despite themselves.
Fei Qian was a top-tier powerhouse. Under normal circumstances, they truly did not want to watch her march to her death; after all, with her joining them, the emperors would gain another share of strength.
But she had looked down on them, so they could not be blamed for this.
Did she know what kind of despair they had faced before? They had struggled so hard to reach this point, only to be called trash. If she did not die, heaven's justice could not endure it!
"What are you laughing at?" the four people who had come with Fei Qian shouted coldly, displeased by the emperors' laughter.
Jun Tian suddenly appeared behind them. The golden wings on his back were sacred and divine. Before the four could react, Jun Tian had already grabbed them by the backs of their necks and thrown them before the replica.
After doing all that, Jun Tian even patted his hands in distaste, as though he found those people filthy.
"Well done." Gu Wuliang gave him a thumbs-up.
The replica cooperated even more readily. Before the four even hit the ground, he dismembered them, scattering their corpses everywhere as blood dyed the ground red.
"Why bother?"
The beings of the two worlds shook their heads. They had been told not to look down on others, yet now they had run over to offer up their own heads.
"Roar!!"
Fei Qian's blood writhed, and a demonic shadow burst out from