Threshold of Life and Death?

"Today, let the Myriad Spirits of the Three Realms witness with their own eyes—who is the rightful ruler of heaven and earth! Who deserves to stand atop the heavens!"

Those words carried three parts more disdain than Ying Zheng's, and seven parts more resolve!

As expected of disciples from the same school—their bearing was exactly alike: overbearing enough to make one's teeth itch, yet without a single flaw to pick at!

"Good! How utterly reckless!"

Haotian sneered twice. Instead, his brow relaxed, though the smile never reached his eyes and a chilling frost filled his voice.

"Since you won't listen to reason, don't blame me for showing my true hand—let you newborn calves properly weigh what true foundations are! So you won't spend every day lost in wishful dreams!"

Seeing that they would not yield to persuasion or pressure, that every explanation of gains and losses sank like stones into the sea, he simply tore away the last shred of civility.

He refused to believe that the Heavenly Court's accumulation over countless ages, the arrayed stars of the heavens, and the might of billions of Immortal Gods standing guard

could not subdue this Human Race that had only just caught its breath!

This battle was not merely for victory, but to establish authority—

to let every living being in the Great Desolation see clearly who truly formed the backbone of the Three Realms!

The irony of it was—

since the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation had ended, the Heavenly Court had lain dormant for a long time.

Yet this was its first thunderous move, a proclamation to the world!

It had to shake the heroes pale and strike fear into the Myriad Spirits!

It had to make everyone remember to their very bones: the sole orthodoxy of the Three Realms