The Expedition

The grand drama had indeed begun.

That night, atop Human Mountain, the Heavenly Venerates were all somewhat angered.

Giving Su Yu a few benefits was nothing much, but Su Yu had actually demanded that, according to ancient rites, they all change into ancient ceremonial robes tomorrow and see him off as he marched to war.

That was unacceptable.

Some fiercely opposed it, while others approved.

Ming Tianzun did not care much about it and said, "These are all trivial matters. If he is willing to fight, then it is merely putting on a show to satisfy his vanity and get him into battle. Isn't that a good thing?"

It cost them nothing, after all.

Dao Tianzun, however, said coldly, "Absolutely not! What sort of nonsense is this? We have resisted the human race for countless years, yet now we are to see him off on an imperial expedition as ancient subjects. Does that count as submitting once more? Wouldn't ten thousand years of resistance become a complete joke?"

"And wearing ancient ceremonial attire is even more impossible!"

The Heavenly Venerates argued endlessly over the matter.

Yet while some argued, others remained silent.

Thunderstorm, Destiny, and the others had remained silent throughout. Aside from relaying the message at the beginning, Thunderstorm had barely spoken.

He was still thinking about Su Yu.

Su Yu truly was frightening.

Even the faintest traces, traces that others would easily forget, he would swiftly track back to their roots and investigate until everything was clear. The more Thunderstorm saw of him, the more awe-inspiring he found him.

Thunderstorm compared Hundred Battles and Su Yu in his heart. Between Hundred Battles and Su Yu, who was stronger?

The comparison encompassed more than mere strength.

After a long while, he still could not reach a conclusion. Yet he