The destruction of the Peng only took a brief moment. Li Qiye sat on his throne the entire time without even needing to stand up. Just a wave of his hand alone was enough to instill both destruction and dread.

The seven ancestors felt their legs quivering; their pale expression said it all.

He didn’t need to exert a dominating pressure or a massive amount of true energy. Just his leisure attitude on the throne let the rest of the world know how supreme he was.

People exchanged glances. Though lips didn’t move, they began to believe that he was a reborn ancestor. Only a being like that would be powerful to this level.

“Will you all commit suicide...