After hearing that a total of seven hundred and twenty tyrants were going to assassinate a young myth named Chu Qing, the quick-witted tyrants felt unease and fear in their hearts. They lay back down without a word and refused to come out no matter what.
What a joke!
Seven hundred and twenty tyrants had only about a one-in-three chance of successfully assassinating an Emissary of Heaven.
But now, they were going to assassinate a young myth.
Clearly, this young myth was terrifying.
Otherwise, they would not have summoned so many tyrants to attack together.
The young tyrants did not want to die, much less find out just how powerful this Chu Qing was.
"Seal me for another two thousand years before reviving me!"
"For this period, I want some peace and quiet!"
Another tyrant said, "I was sealed for too long. My muscles have atrophied, and my spirit and energy are listless. I need to recuperate for two thousand years!"
The other young tyrants all began coming up with excuses.
As long as they were sealed for another two thousand years, as long as Chu Qing did not become an Other, he would surely die of old age.
By then, the grass on his grave might already be two zhang tall.
When they emerged then, they would still be imposing and majestic.
Seeing the young tyrants lie back down one after another, the higher-ups panicked. "Everyone, he is only a young myth!"
A tyrant personally nailed down his own lid, then let out an angry roar:
"When has there ever been a case of seven hundred and twenty tyrants assassinating a young myth?"
"You're lying!"
"The other side must be an Emissary of Heaven in disguise!"
"No, the other side could also be some old monster revived from an