If it had not been for that bastard Maha Tian, how could he have clashed with Lu Yunxiao?
If he had not clashed with Lu Yunxiao, how could he have provoked the Divine Domain, such a formidable enemy?
If he had not provoked the Divine Domain, the Desolate Ancient Clan would not have faced the threat of annihilation.
The root of it all was that damned Maha Tian.
"Maha Tian, even if I die, I will not let you off. Even as a ghost, I will make you pay the price."
Huang Qiu roared viciously in his heart.
After venting, Huang Qiu looked at the descending stone pagoda, his face despondent and his eyes filled with despair.
"Is this the end?"
The stone pagoda slowly descended. Just as it was about to crush Huang Qiu to death, a sigh suddenly rang out across heaven and earth.
"Gentlemen, show mercy where mercy is due. Please hold your hands."
With that soft sigh, a figure abruptly appeared above Huang Qiu.
He lightly raised a hand and supported the stone pagoda with just one hand.
His dry palm held up the stone pagoda, abruptly halting its descent.
"Hm?"
The sudden change immediately drew the attention of Futu Patriarch and the Heavenly Emperor.
Their gazes were like lightning as they simultaneously swept toward the figure beneath the stone pagoda.
The figure wore a long robe, with white hair and beard, carrying something of an immortal air.
Futu Patriarch's expression turned cold. With a casual gesture, the Ancestral Pagoda shone brilliantly, breaking free of the old man's palm and hovering above his own hand.
He stared at the newcomer with extremely unfriendly eyes.
"Who are you? How dare you meddle here? Are you tired of living?"
Futu Patriarch frowned and spoke without the slightest courtesy.