The Furious Saint Emperor's Pursuit

Ren Jie had truly exploded now. Damn it, what kind of thing was a Saint like this? Who would acknowledge such a Saint?

Ren Jie had come from Earth, and he knew the stories of those Saints within his Sea of Consciousness. Whether they were Western Saints, Eastern Saints, or beings who had attained sainthood on behalf of the Demon Race, no Saint had ever been like this emperor.

Whether Li Heng or the emperor, the paths they walked were both extremes—the path of destruction.

In Ren Jie's eyes, people like them were utterly unworthy of being called Saints. What kind of Saints were they? Did heaven and earth need things like them?

Ridiculous. If he did not curse them, was he supposed to keep them around?

Ren Jie pointed at the emperor's nose and cursed him out, leaving the emperor, who sat upon the Dragon Throne with his majestic bearing fully displayed, momentarily unable to react.

"What the hell are you looking at? This Family Head is cursing you! Your former avatar could at least be considered normal. The path he walked was, at the very least, the path of an emperor. A little slaughter, a little warfare—that was nothing. But look at Li Heng, and look at yourself now. You simply aren't human. And you call yourself a Saint? You don't even deserve the first stroke of the word 'human.' You want this Family Head to kneel and worship you? What the hell do you think you are?!"

"What are you looking at? This Family Head didn't come just to curse you. I'm here to kill you too, understand?" This heaven and earth had become like this; so many people had died, and everything had been destroyed beyond recognition.

Yet this bastard was still putting on airs, still