Death Qi danced wildly in the arena, swaying with the wind, fierce and imposing like a flag.
A towering figure, two and a half meters tall, stood in the middle of the field, holding Pei Ye in one hand and observing them with indifferent eyes. The heat waves and terrifying pressure emanating from him pushed the air, forming invisible giant waves tens of meters high that swept towards the three Guardians—Guardian Xiang, Guard Ying, and Guardian Lin—one after another.
A strange silence fell over the field. Only the sound of Pei Ye struggling could be heard.
Pei Ye's face was smeared with tears and snot, no longer resembling a handsome man. Due to uncontrollable fear, his facial muscles instinctively twisted into an expression of crying and begging for mercy. Yet, when he heard what Lu Yuan said, it was as if he had grasped the last straw to save his dignity, and he couldn't help but want to laugh.
"You... want... to replace me... as the Evil Emperor?"
