He gathered the power of countless cultivators and the ministers of Central Netherworld, exhausting all means, to barely reach the second step.
Only to be effortlessly surpassed by someone else.
Watching the carefree figure ahead, moving as casually as if entering his own chamber, Ying Xiu suddenly felt as if he had been slapped hard on the face, burning with pain.
Furious, he trembled, attempting to chase after that figure.
But the third step instantly sensed the outside intrusion and erupted with an unparalleled force of backlash.
Ying Xiu couldn't even steady his current steps, the overwhelming force pressing against him, flattening his facial features and chest, breaking his nose, and sending him tumbling heavily from the high steps.
Meanwhile, the lantern holder on the emperor's step had already arrived in front of that seat.
Turning around, he gazed down from the high seat, his eyes calm and bright, quietly observing the prostrate Ying Xiu struggling to rise.
