Humans Should Have Compassion! (2)

As her scarlet lips parted, the Cang Godhood Sword sliced through the air with an ethereal arc.

Trapped within the realm of the Secular World, Five Decays of Heaven and Man was suppressed by the collective power of All Life Form, temporarily ensnared and unable to escape. A chill ran down his spine, a foreboding of impending doom.

With a start, he turned, and his gaze met a crimson sword light, a manifestation of the myriad thoughts and aspirations of all mortal beings.

Merely beholding this sword evoked an inexhaustible sense of irreverence.

He felt infinitesimally small and lowly before an exalted emperor.

Regardless of the emperor's presence, the grandeur of the king's retinue and regal carriage was not intended for the eyes of ordinary mortals.

The notion of "he could be overthrown" had yet to take root, and strategies to counter such mental attacks remained elusive.

"Ugh—"

A piercing screech shattered the air.