Something was wrong. Definitely wrong.
Meng Chuan listened to the World-Destroying Elder's laughter with disdain.
How could your Brother Meng ever take your path and fall as low as you have?
Talk about a dog catching mice—meddling in someone else's business.
The World-Destroying Elder wanted to see him again? He would never have another chance to see Meng Chuan in this lifetime.
Someone who had unleashed the Dark Turmoil countless times and harvested countless Ling lives, someone burdened with immeasurable sin, was better off paying with his life.
It was just a pity that Meng Chuan had lost his chance to have a Quasi-Immortal Emperor as a mount.
He remembered once dreaming of taking the Nine Nether Ao as his mount.
But he had no time to subdue him now, nor did he want to anymore.
The darkness around the Nine Nether Ao was so dense that Meng Chuan could almost hear the endless wails of All Spirits. Better to let Shi Hao kill him outright.
Meng Chuan suppressed the World-Destroying Elder here. When Shi Hao fought his way to the Land of the Ultimate in the future, he would naturally show the elder no mercy.
Next came the Azure Emperor and the other two—the three candidates for his Three Corpses.
"Yuan, if you dare kill us, karma will come full circle! One day, you'll meet the same end!" the Azure Emperor said darkly.
The Hong Emperor and the Feather Emperor were still struggling, but it was useless.
None of the three begged for mercy.
A Quasi-Immortal Emperor's pride would not permit it. Besides, they knew perfectly well that begging would do no good.
How could a plea for mercy change a Quasi-Immortal Emperor's decision to kill?
"The moment you killed the Primordial Emperor, you should have understood that someone