The two chatted about gossip, enjoying themselves immensely.
As they talked, they fell silent again.
The Martial King radiated the power of the Great Dao, his face cold and stern as he looked at the sky, lost in unknown thoughts.
Su Yu watched him, also lost in unknown thoughts.
When the Martial King did not speak, he was actually quite domineering.
He looked exceedingly imposing.
Seeing that he had fallen silent, Su Yu asked, "Would you mind telling me about your past?"
"What?"
"Back when you had not yet risen to prominence..."
"Back then..."
The Martial King sank into his memories, a smile appearing on his face.
"That was many years ago... I can barely remember anymore!"
"The Age of Chaos..."
Su Yu nodded. The Age of Chaos he spoke of should have been the end of the ancient era.
"Back then, the world was in turmoil, and all the heavens were chaotic!"
The Martial King smiled. "Back then, the human race did not live well. We had it hard! People like the Martial Emperor were the human race's overlords of that era. They were doing all right in the myriad worlds, fighting in every direction and slaughtering the myriad races... Yet the human race itself was not doing well. Those people had no desire to improve themselves; there was internal strife and external chaos, constant mutual warfare, and the people could barely survive!"
"I was born into a martial family. My father and great-grandfather had both been generals of that era, extorting taxes and levies, slaughtering innocents, forcing people to exchange children and eat them... The world was in utter chaos!"
When the Martial King mentioned his father and grandfather, his face remained utterly indifferent.
"When I was sixteen, I fell out with them. Alone, with a single blade