Xiao Jie leisurely gazed down at the three before him, who were as silent as cicadas in winter, and couldn't help but feel a strange sensation in his heart.
Is this the authority brought by strength? With a flip of the hand, he decides life and death, in the snap of a finger, he turns them to ashes. Those who follow me may leave unscathed; those who defy me face the immediate danger of demise. The ancient emperors held the power of life and death, and it was not unlike this, was it? Since becoming an Immortal, the change in perspective and mindset is indeed beyond imagination.
His mind was clear, even somewhat wickedly joyful, but the three before him felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, each second was torture upon a knife's edge. The feeling of life and death hinging on another's whim was enough to make anyone, no matter how strong they fancied themselves, feel insignificant and powerless.
