An immense pressure enveloped the entire Emperor City.
Every time an Unbound Immortal made a move, he lost a hundred thousand years of lifespan.
However, releasing pressure like this did not count as truly making a move.
To avoid crushing anyone to death and becoming entangled in cause and effect, the Phoenix Race patriarch released only a tenth of his pressure.
Although it was only a tenth, it still made He Pingsheng extremely uncomfortable.
After all, he was the closest.
His face flushed scarlet!
He did not even have a chance to take out the Thirty-Seventy Talisman.
It could be said that if the Phoenix Race patriarch acted decisively and chose to slap He Pingsheng to death right then, He Pingsheng truly would have no chance of resisting.
Unless a miracle occurred, he was certain to die.
Yet the Phoenix Patriarch did not strike.
He merely looked at He Pingsheng and said, "Everyone in the Spirit Realm knows that every time an Unbound Immortal makes a move, he loses a hundred thousand years of lifespan!"
"This is no secret!"
"Killing you now would be like crushing an ant!"
"But I still don't want to strike, because it would benefit neither you nor me!"
"Previously, those descendants of my Phoenix Race made mistakes and formed a grudge with you!"
"That is nothing!"
"After all, you're still alive. You haven't fallen!"
"Your family and relatives are all still here, too!"
"So, I don't think this counts as some great blood feud. As long as we untie this knot and keep our well water out of each other's river from now on, neither side will need to take up arms!"
"What do you think?"
There was nothing wrong with the Phoenix Race patriarch's approach.
Even setting aside the loss of lifespan, he was