This subtle feeling
grew ever stronger.
As he looked at the four impostors kneeling before him, the feeling in his heart intensified. It was as though those kneeling there were not impostors at all—they were the real ones!
But they were clearly standing right there.
Why did he feel this way? Was it because they looked alike? Were these truly their impostors? The four saints, including the Grand Supreme Saint, knelt. They felt utterly humiliated and deeply aggrieved. Hun Xiu was their junior, yet now they were kneeling before him.
What was more, they had been forced to kneel by his absolute power! They refused to accept it!
They were unwilling!
Once upon a time,
Hun Xiu had been nothing more than an ant in their eyes. But things were different now. That ant had grown stronger—stronger than all of them—and had slipped beyond their control. Not only could they no longer control him,
they themselves were now under another's control.
Had they known this day would come,
they would have done everything in their power to completely eliminate Hun Xiu while he was still weak, no matter the cost!
Everything had long since become a foregone conclusion.
How could they not resent it!
Yet nothing could be changed!
Though the Grand Supreme Saint and the others knelt, they remained defiant. Raising their heads, they glared viciously at Hun Xiu. If looks could kill, Hun Xiu would have been riddled with arrows and died countless times over.
Hun Xiu's voice slowly rang out at that moment. "Taishang, do you still not understand your identities? Or do you not understand mine?"
"You should call me Master!"
The word "Master" carried an incomparably terrifying authority, forcing the Grand Supreme Saint and the others to lower their heads. They wanted to raise them,