“Your words are overbearing.” Witch King finally spoke, unable to handle the repeated insults.

“They’re kind reminders, that emperors such as yourselves should stop being idiotic frogs in a well.” Li Qiye said.

The crowd stopped yelling at Li Qiye. Some of them thought arguing with a madman was an exercise in futility.

“Now you have my attention. I want to see what you will do to kill all of us.” Witch King glared at Li Qiye.

Golden Flower shared the same curiosity despite not joining the show.

“Come then, the more people, the funner. Let’s stop wasting time.” Li Qiye gestured.

Witch King took a deep breath and said: “I have my reputation and status to think of but since you’re looking for a fight, someone else will fight in my stead.”

“Clank!” He tossed many ghost coins up and they dropped down like a waterfall.

He murmured something unknown while forming a mudra with both hands.

“Devil Emissary, accept my summon.” He declared.

“Poof!” Black fog appeared next to him and made everyone tremble.

It took the shape of a humanoid or perhaps a devil shrouded in a black robe. His face was covered by an empty darkness, looking like a galaxy that had its stars devoured.

Everyone suddenly had fog and dark light emanating from the evil intents within their heart.

“Shit!” This frightened and forced them to channel their cultivation mantras.

They stared at him as if he were the world’s scariest black hole. Kindness and other virtues were immediately sucked in. As the saying goes - if one gazes long into an abyss, the abyss will also gaze back.

“Don’t look at him!” An emperor roared thunderously and woke up the crowd.

They immediately turned away while being covered in cold sweat. Alas, the evil intent in their heart was still surging, forcing them to use their mantra constantly.

“Devil Emissary...” Powerful desolate gods and emperors still viewed this being with dread.

“One of the five emissaries.” Six-style had an ominous feeling about him.

She had met Water and Fog before. These two weren’t different from regular living people. The same couldn’t be said about Devil Emissary - the culmination of evil and negativities.

Anything beautiful in this world was sucked in by his abyssal face and twisted into evil.

“According to the tale, he sold all of his noble virtues.” A desolate god said.

Feeling pressured or suppression was normal when facing a stronger opponent. However, their evil intent didn’t rise in this manner. Everyone felt as if they were being turned into devils as well.

A few emperors and desolate gods knew the legend of Devil Emissary. He used to be a kind and virtuous man, shining as bright as gold. For some unknown reason, he sold his best traits to a devil and took on this new form.

Golden Flower and Witch King’s aura could crush someone to death, but Devil Emissary’s evil infection could follow them through the cycles.

Perhaps Devil Emissary was not as strong as these two apex emperors, but he was certainly more frightening.

“Devil Emissary will fight in my stead.” Witch King said.

“Anyone else?” Li Qiye glanced at Devil Emisarry before asking but no one else joined.

“This is enough, now show us.” Ouyang Dragon God said.

“Fine, the three of you then. Make your move first while you still have the chance.” Li Qiye said.

Ouyang Dragon God and Dragon Pond nearly vomited blood from anger. This was their first time being treated this way.

Devil Emissary didn’t react, looking like a venomous serpent looming in the darkness and preparing for a fatal strike at Li Qiye’s neck.

“Let’s do this.” The two cultivators exchanged glances, coming to an understanding of using their strongest move.

“Boom!” They didn’t hold back and released all of their vitality.