Nan Pingtian stiffened, then turned to see a familiar face. 0

Su Yi!0

His face was instantly ashen, and he gave up all thoughts of struggling.0

“To you, I’m no more than a small fry entirely unworthy of notice. Why must you kill me?” Nan Pingtian said bitterly.1

Prior to the Age of Fallen Immortals, he too was a prominent and influential hegemon of the Immortal Dao, a figure comparable to Jiang Tai’e, Blood Firmament, and the others.0

But standing before Su Yi now, he seemed meek, humble, and downtrodden!0

“I have to put our old enmity to rest. How could I simply let it go?” said Su Yi. “Even if you turned yourself into an ant, I’d have to find and crush you.”0

Nan Pingtian let out a deep sigh. “I escaped the Age of Fallen Immortals and hid from divine misfortune. I thought I could prove my Dao and become a god. Who’d have thought that all my hard work would amount to nothing in the end?”0

He suddenly felt that he’d lived all these years in vain!0

This was what they meant when they said that there was no greater grief than the death of the heart.0

“I’ll let you die with dignity. End yourself.” Su Yi relaxed his grip on Nan Pingtian’s shoulders...0