The Emperor's golden chains quivered slightly, and one of the paper people was yanked in front of Li Ping.
Unlike the others, this paper man showed little fear on his face; instead, he appeared listless and dispirited.
His thick eyebrows were upside down, giving him a somewhat comic look.
"To live?"
"Pelt gone, how can the hair cling? If the Xuanhuang World is all destroyed, where can you live!" The Emperor said coldly.
The thick-browed paper man forced a bitter smile: "Our Calamity Transcendence Sect's strength is quite ordinary, if the Xuanhuang World is indeed destroyed, we have no recourse, do we? We can only accept it."
"You wouldn't blame the Mortals of this world for not standing up to save the Xuanhuang World, would you? As much capability as one has, that much one should do..."