Li Qiye gently sighed while looking at the sky filled with bloody mists. He said flatly: “The path towards Immortal Emperor has always been merciless, paved with skeletons. An emperor requires their adversaries’ bones to pave the way. I was merciful yet why must all of you force me to ascend this way?”

Despite the dull tone from him, it still silenced the experts in the nine worlds. Everyone was aware of the cruel competition towards the throne. However, without having a personal experience, people didn’t hold it in mind.

But when they saw Li Qiye destroying one hundred thousand men with just one fist, a realization of its cruel nature...