Every Word Strikes at the Vital Point!

Suddenly, a sharp stab of pain tore through his chest!

He violently ripped open the front of his robe—

A charred lightning scar stretched starkly across his chest, the flesh slightly split, its edges still flickering with dim blue arcs of electricity. It had yet to heal!

He stared at the wound. Rather than sorrow, he threw back his head in silent laughter, two ghostly flames igniting in his eyes!

This wound was real... and so was the dream!

Sure enough, the Dao Ancestor had used supreme divine abilities to send his spirit wandering through the Great Void. Every single word had been no falsehood!

If that was so, then the Heavenly Court would no longer fight alone—

With the Dao Ancestor's favor, the Human Race? They were no more than fish upon the chopping block!

The corners of his lips rose, but the smile never reached his eyes, quietly turning into something grim and sinister.

Who could have known that one ill-judged remark would send the situation tumbling into such ruin...

But there was still a chance!

As long as he utterly crushed the Human Race, all glory and humiliation could be washed clean!

He would still be Haotian Shangdi, ruler of the Thirty-three Heavens, commander of Myriad Gods!

At the thought of the Human Race, his knuckles cracked. Hostility churned between his brows, and his hatred nearly solidified into black mist swirling around him—

If the Human Race had not stuck their foot in, how could he have been forced to such a desperate pass?

Every humiliation, every peril, every bloody scar had arisen because of them!

Once this battle was won, he would pour out the Heavenly Court's full strength and nail the Human Race to the very bottom of the Primordial Wilderness!

Slaves for all eternity,