Chu Qing was furious.
The Great Zhou Empire was so close to Great Qian.
In Great Qian, he had slaughtered ten cities, made the Gods and Devils of the Divine Court kneel there, then beheaded them for public display.
He had made the Gods and Devils of the Divine Court labor as coolies for him.
Such a vast Divine Court had to suffer losses before him, had to endure, and did not dare provoke him of their own accord.
Yet—
A tiny Bi Shui Sect dared cause trouble for the forces under his command.
Wasn't this a slap in the face?
Did they really think he was still that old lackey, that nobody?
"Perfect. I'm going to walk the Mythological Path!"
"I'll let your Bi Shui Sect become the first stepping stone on my Mythological Path!"
At the back mountain:
One nearly decayed coffin after another was carried out.
The Old Sect Master personally led the way, carrying the most rotten, most ancient coffin on his back as he rushed toward the mountaintop.
A few minutes later, when the Old Sect Master and the others saw the devastation atop the mountain, their hearts twisted like knives.
When they saw Chu Qing hacking away with his axe, chopping sect members as though he were chopping wood, he broke down in despair.
"Ah..."
The Old Sect Master worshipped the decayed coffin and lit sandalwood incense.
"Please, Old Ancestors, awaken and slay this fiend!"
A group of powerhouses worshipped in unison. "Please, Old Ancestors, awaken and slay this fiend!"
Inside the decayed coffin, a gaunt old woman opened her eyes.
Hearing the cries of her descendants, she began knocking on the rotten coffin lid.
The rotten coffin lid shook.
The Old Sect Master and the others rejoiced. "The Old Ancestor has awakened!"
"Look!