Si Chen's words made the ten Immortal Emperors frown.
They admitted they were at a disadvantage now.
The two Demon Sovereigns, Zhu Yao and Feng Qing, stood opposite them, watching like tigers eyeing their prey. Si Chen's golden light still radiated from the ten people of Undying Mountain, and even the Forgotten River's formation was still running.
But that did not mean they would bow and submit, for they were the twelve emperors of the Immortal Realm since Ancient Times!
How many hardships had they endured to secure those positions?
If a single sentence from Si Chen made them bow their heads, the names of the dead upon the wall would be the first to refuse.
No one noticed Shen Ming quietly retreating a few steps. His mask concealed his expression, but his eyes kept drifting toward Si Chen, as though he wanted to speak but held back.
Yet after another look at the two people surnamed Si, whose every move earlier had aimed to kill, he ultimately said nothing.
Chen Xu, who had been tossed aside, was the only one who knew how terrifying Si Chen was.
He had just opened his mouth to warn them that they could not defeat this man by force, but before the words could leave his lips, Si Chen had already vanished.
There was not the slightest warning. Even Zhu Yao felt only a faint tremor in the Space Law.
When Si Chen appeared again, he was already standing among the ten Immortal Emperors.
He held his black lightning spear at an angle beside him, arcs of electricity dancing constantly over its tip, flickering bright and dim.
"Retreat!"
Lu Yu roared. Like a startled school of fish scattering, the ten immediately sprang away, terror on their faces.
Si Chen did not pursue them.