Looking at the five people facing him alongside Shi Hao, the Red-Haired Immortal Emperor fell silent. His mood could hardly have been worse.
Ye Fan and the others all had familiar faces. He had confronted each of them before they attained the Dao as Immortal Emperors. They were old friends, in a manner of speaking.
He had once struck without hesitation and "snuffed out" these five peerless Heavenly Prodigies. All five had died by his hand. History recorded it plainly, without a shred of falsehood.
Yet, strangely, every person he killed would inexplicably return to life in the future—and return as an Immortal Emperor.
He killed one, one revived, and one became an Immortal Emperor.
What kind of absurdity was this? Had he become a machine for making Immortal Emperors for the enemy?
After first attaining the Dao as an Immortal Emperor in ancient times and settling scores with a group of enemies from his Quasi-Immortal Emperor days, the Red-Haired Immortal Emperor had gone a long time without attacking another Quasi-Immortal Emperor.
Even after he became a Weird Immortal Emperor, he had never attacked the Quasi-Immortal Emperors of the Myriad Worlds.
Those Quasi-Immortal Emperors did not warrant a Divine Ability from him. Weird Quasi-Immortal Emperors could deal with them, so why should he trouble himself?
Thus, Ye Fan, Ruthless, Willow God, Wushi, and the Azure Emperor were among the very few Quasi-Immortal Emperors to receive that treatment.
They had caught the interest of the Red-Haired Immortal Emperor, who was even stronger than an ordinary Immortal Emperor Pinnacle, and had angered him enough to strike.
The sequence should have been simple: the Red-Haired Immortal Emperor struck, and the Quasi-Immortal Emperor turned to ash. Two steps, with nothing to follow.
But events had refused to go that way. Instead, they had grown