Yang Qi sounded extremely grim when he spoke, his voice lacking even the tiniest scrap of emotion. Anyone who heard his words would feel chilled to the bone.

In fact, even the Plane of Initiation physically trembled a bit as it hovered there in front of him.

As for all of the people on the plane itself, they were shocked to the core. Even the supreme rector’s face was as white as a sheet.

The leaders of the Hegemon’s Society, Everlasting Society, and Hall of Beheadings and Executions were all shaking and sweating. In the blink of an eye, they engaged in a lengthy conversation via divine will. 

“Yang Qi is still alive!?”

“What happened? How could he have survived? He doesn’t even look hurt!”

“He's not injured at all!”

“What do we do? What do we do?! We just wasted the reserve power of the entire collegium. Our Initiation Power is gone, but he's still alive. It looks like Lei Jiuzhou is dead as well. We got nothing, and now Yang Qi is right here in front of us. Do we kill him, or not?”

“Kill him!” said the hallmaster of the Hall of Beheadings and Executions. “There’s no turning back now. Either we win, or we die! Besides, it’s highly likely that Yang Qi suffered internal injuries....