End Of The Emperor Sword Sect?

At this moment, disgust was prevalent in Davis's expression. If previously, he had just been cold from witnessing Ancestor Nereus Shard's shrewdness and cowardliness, right now, he was full of aversion that he couldn't even consider him to be a human.

Davis raised his foot and stomped.

*Bang!~*

Blood splattered, and brain matter spread on the ground, tainting the pristine white floor.

Without even uttering a scream, Ancestor Nereus Shard died under Davis's shoe, his soul being crushed under the weight of a dragon's stomp. In fact, he didn't even expect that the Emperor of Death would refuse to accept his surrender. After all, he, a hegemon, was willing to become a slave, throwing out his dignity and everything to beg for his life and surrender.

What kind of glory was this for the enslaver? Surely, even if he was trash, having him as a slave would be tempting.