Beneath Emperor Wushi of Purple Mountain

"Fellow Daoist, you must be joking. I'm no match for you."

Fallen Heaven King's face was shrouded in blue-green mist. After a moment's hesitation, he backed down. He did not want to die.

If he forced himself up there only to be slapped dead, people would laugh at him even after he died.

He had been watching the battles between Human Race Saints and Primordial Ancestral Kings all along. The humans clearly meant to establish their authority. Their style was always the same: if they could kill with one blow, they never dragged things out.

What if he stepped onto the platform and died in a single move?

"Hahaha—"

Gu Qingyao stood on the Immortal Platform Realm, laughing so hard she shook. Yet as her laughter rang out, nine wheels of golden divine light rose behind her head. Golden mist bathed her entire body, and the aura of Great Saint Ninth Heaven poured forth.

Thud, thud!

The defiant Primordial Ancestral Kings in that direction dropped to their knees one after another. Their bodies and souls felt ready to burst, and they trembled like sieves, unable to stop themselves. It was terror rising from the depths of their souls and the very roots of their bodies.

Even Fallen Heaven King was bent at the waist by her aura. His two sons, the Twin God Kings, received particular attention and fell to their knees with two heavy thuds.

"You two little fellows aren't convinced? Your father is Fallen Heaven King, supposedly someone with hopes of becoming a Great Saint. I'm a Great Saint supposedly more likely than anyone to become a Quasi-Emperor, but do you see me boasting? I was drinking at Yaochi Sacred Land, the Western Emperor's abode, remembering the Great Emperor and seeking an opportunity to break through. Then you