131, Divine Emperor, why must you come now!_2

However, the majesty contained within that light and misty tone almost brought the Confucian-Mo Pavilion disciple to his knees.

"How, how could this be?"

His eyes widened, watching as his knees bent uncontrollably, slowly folding.

Those widened eyes were filled with bloodshot veins.

"No!"

His face suddenly contorted.

A scholar indeed can't be a Divine Emperor, but a scholar also has his pride!

The Confucian-Mo Pavilion disciple extended his arm, swinging it fiercely.

Spurt!

A sound of flesh and blood flying followed, as his knees were forcibly severed by his own hands.

"Even in death, I would not kneel before you!"

Gnashing his teeth, the Confucian-Mo Pavilion disciple revealed a grim smile, his face full of madness.