Every living being present was utterly terrified. What had been torn apart was no nameless stray, but a mighty Venerable.
In a place like the Desolate Region, beings of that level stood near the very ceiling of power. Yet before the Peerless Emperor, Shi Yi, they did not even qualify as ants.
He sat on the Stone Emperor's throne without so much as moving a finger. His gaze alone had effortlessly slain a Venerable.
And Shi Yi himself was only a Venerable, not a Divine Flame cultivator.
Blood mist filled the air, constantly fraying everyone's nerves. The hall was so quiet that a falling needle could have been heard, and the sounds of people swallowing rang out clearly.
Never mind the princes, princesses, and king marquises-even the cultivators from the Upper Realm's great sects were silent as cicadas in winter, at a loss over what to do.
Only Zhang Liu of the Western Sect, Qin Lun of Immortal Mountain, and Yue Chan of the Heaven Mending Sect could still maintain their composure. But that was only on the surface. Deep within, storm-tossed waves raged through their hearts. Who could remain calm after seeing their own sect's Venerables die horribly before their eyes?
After this succession of bloody lessons, they understood one thing: before this Peerless Emperor, they must never bring up their Upper Realm backing. Otherwise, they would only die faster.
Shi Yi said nothing. He merely looked down upon the Stone Kingdom's traitors, an indescribable majesty in his eyes.
Wherever his gaze fell, no one dared meet it.
Most trembled uncontrollably. Some could not withstand the pressure at all; their legs went weak, and they fell to their knees.
"P-Peerless Emperor, spare us! We lost our heads for a moment and let demons cloud our judgment. Please, for the