"What reason is there for you to continue existing?!"
That demand was like divine thunder that split the heavens, crashing savagely upon Lingxiao Treasure Hall-and upon the Jade Great Emperor's head.
He shook violently, as though struck by lightning.
Yang Jian's blade tip was still below the dais, yet its edge, which could pierce the divine soul and annihilate everything, already sent a tearing pain through the center of his brow.
He could feel that Yang Jian was not joking.
If his answer failed to satisfy him, that Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade, which had slain countless demons and now drunk the blood of Star Lords, would pierce his skull.
Fear.
Unprecedented fear devoured the Jade Great Emperor's mind like the deepest nightmare.
As ruler of the Three Realms, no one had been able to threaten his position since the Dao Ancestor merged with the Dao.
He had enjoyed reverence for hundreds of millions of years, grown accustomed to standing high above all, accustomed to holding life and death in his hands.
He had never imagined that someone would one day fight their way before him in such an overbearing manner, point a blade at his nose, and question the very justification for his existence.
And that person was the nephew he had always dismissed.
That immense fear and humiliation instantly crushed what little imperial dignity he had left.
Gulp.
The Jade Great Emperor's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, trying to say something to preserve his last shred of dignity.
But his lips trembled, unable to utter a single word.
His legs shook violently beneath his Dragon Robe.
At last.
Under Yang Jian's increasingly crushing, Demon God-like pressure.
He could no longer hold on.
His legs gave way.
With a thud, this nominal ruler of the Three Realms actually fell from