When they realized it was Su Yi who’d laughed, Fei Changting, Qu Mingwei, Cui Weizhong, and the other Emperors’ expressions darkened.

“My young friend, what… do you mean by this?” Fei Changting asked expressionlessly.

A Spiritual Incarnation Realm kid dared snicker at them at a time like this? How impudent was he?

It was only because they couldn’t afford to let word of tonight’s operation leak that they hadn’t just squished him like an ant.

Su Yi said casually, “My apologies. It’s just that I found it quite ridiculous, and I truly couldn’t hold back my laughter.”

He said this as if it were a matter of course.

“....”

Fei Changting’s eyes shone with murderous light.

Cui Weizhong said hurriedly, “Fellow Daoist, please remain calm. Allow me to discipline the boy.”

He feared Fei Changting would kill Su Yi in a fit of rage. In that case, the Cui Family would undoubtedly discover tonight’s operation.

As he spoke, Cui Weizhong turned to face Su Yi. His aura surged forth like a tidal wave or avalanche, bearing down on Su Yi.

“Kneel!”

His voice boomed like thunder.

The terrifying pressure of a mid-stage Profound Illumination Emperor was enough to break any Spirit Dao cultivator’s spirit and force them to their k...