Immortal Emperor Bai Lian had all kind of questions rummaging through his mind. He could count with his fingers the number of people who dare to talk to him in this manner.

“Senior, may I ask who you are?” He cupped his fist and said.

“Call me whatever you want.” Li Qiye waved his sleeve and said: “Out of consideration that it wasn’t easy to get here from the nine worlds, I won’t make it difficult for you. Leave.”

The emperor had a pensive expression, wanting to figure out Li Qiye’s identity - not out of fear but out of curiosity.

“Clank!” A sword hymn interrupted him. A terrifying sword intent ravaged the area with the greatest bloodthirst pricking everyone all over.

“Boom!” It was because an old man broke...