Each Taking What They Need

The Ruler of Tianyuan Immortal Dynasty looked at the middle-aged man standing before him with a complicated expression, his back turned toward him.

This middle-aged man had come alone.

In just one day, Tianyuan Immortal Dynasty had surrendered outright.

Outside, the court officials knelt all the way to the palace gates, cursing the Holy Emperor for his incompetence. Yet only the Holy Emperor of Tianyuan knew just how terrifying the methods of the middle-aged man before him were.

With merely a glance, the imperial destiny of his entire dynasty had been stripped away.

If that middle-aged man wished it, he could even make Tianyuan Immortal Dynasty's destiny turn around and strike at him, the Holy Emperor of Tianyuan Immortal Dynasty.

It was as though this middle-aged man were the true Holy Emperor.

He, instead, had become an outsider.

How was he supposed to fight this?

He was almost certain that with a single thought from the middle-aged man before him, he, the Holy Emperor, could be devoured by the backlash of his own destiny and die.

This envoy from Fenxin Immortal Dynasty had brought his control over destiny to a degree that was simply horrifying.

Originally, he had not intended to surrender so quickly.

He had even met with Great Yu Immortal Dynasty's envoy and planned to unite a host of weaker nations to establish the Anti-Fen Alliance.

But the appearance of this middle-aged man had thrown all his calculations into disarray.

If he did not surrender,

he would certainly die, and Tianyuan Immortal Dynasty would certainly perish as well.

Simply pouring the destiny of an entire dynasty back into them was already more than they could bear.

Other than surrender, there was no second path to take.

A bitter smile curled across the Tianyuan Immortal Dynasty Holy Emperor's lips.