He was a grand imperial official of the Sacrificial Hall, a great Mid-stage Nascent Soul Cultivator. He had practiced Cultivation for over three hundred years, was revered by the masses, and even the reigning emperor had to treat him with courtesy.
When had he ever suffered such utter humiliation?
This terrifying being before him, who could rewrite the laws of heaven and earth with a flick of his finger, didn't… he didn't even have the interest to crush him personally!
He'd sent out an Evil Cultivator handmaiden instead!
The paltry Spiritual Power of this red-robed Evil Cultivator… ordinarily, she wouldn't even be qualified to carry his shoes. Yet now, she'd been ordered to personally end his life?
This was a humiliation!
He was treating a magnificent Nascent Soul great Cultivator like a toy for his handmaiden to practice on!
A surge of blood rushed to his head, and the muscles beneath the old man's skin twitched uncontrollably.
