How Many More Great Gods Are Still Suppressed in Huoyun Cave?

Behind him stood a patron like Xuan Du Grand Mage.

If he were truly driven into a corner, Master could descend with but a thought. The outcome was still far from certain!

"True Martial, that argument doesn't hold water!"

Xuanyuan's brows drew tight. There was not a trace of anger in his voice, yet it rang like cold iron striking a bell, every word clear and sharp. "What do you mean, I bullied the weak? Your Snake General's inner demon suddenly erupted and his Spiritual Sense collapsed. If I had not promptly suppressed his heart aperture and sealed his demonic veins, his soul would already have been stained by Black Flame, his body cast into the Unending Hell. Not only do you fail to thank me, you even try to dump a black pot on my head. Is there truly such a way of turning black into white beneath the heavens?"

Before the True Martial Emperor had even finished speaking, Xuanyuan felt a knot form in his chest.

When had he ever harmed anyone? He had merely raised his hand, intending to cut down the Turtle-Snake Two Generals. His Sword Intent had not even taken shape when the Snake General had suddenly gone mad, black seeping from his seven orifices as his roars shook the clouds. If Xuanyuan had stood idly by, he would have failed in his duty as Human Emperor.

"What?"

The True Martial Emperor's pupils contracted slightly as he froze for a moment.

By all reason—had it been some ordinary immortal official or Rogue Cultivator, he would have long since split such falsehood apart with a single palm strike.

But who stood before him?

This was Xuanyuan, who had succeeded Suiren, who drilled wood to make fire, and Fuxi, who deduced the Eight Trigrams, as sovereign of