"Overestimating yourself, utterly ridiculous!"
The Ice Lord coldly snorted, and terrifying pressure surged down like a heavenly river, submerging the earthly realm.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The eight Divine Kings couldn't withstand this pressure, each kneeling on the ground, their knees sinking in, their bodies hunched.
As for Qin Zi, though not kneeling due to a mysterious support, he still felt the extreme oppression.
His bones were cracking, even breaking, and his skin started to split, revealing hideous blood marks!
The Ice Lord looked down at Qin Zi and said coldly, "The choice of Xuanhuang Mountain doesn't necessarily grant you this qualification!"
"If you were virtuous and capable, I wouldn't mind supporting you, but since your virtue does not match your position, I can only knock you off the divine pedestal."
"So... step down."
His voice was solemn and calm, as if everything was as it should be, his words like the will of heaven.
