Song Sheng Chaoying's heart churned violently.
He knew better than anyone that Hun Tiangang had deliberately held back. If Hun Tiangang had truly meant to kill him, even immortals would have been unable to save him by now.
A thought arose in Song Sheng Chaoying's mind: in this world, only time could defeat Hun Tiangang.
Ugly Slave stood amid the crowd, still hunched over as he looked at Hun Tiangang, then at Song Sheng Chaoying.
So, we've become enemies today. This cannot be resolved without a fight. But no outcome can be decided here. Or rather... unless all these people are willing to become Hun Tiangang's sparring toys.
What he possessed was not human skill or strength.
Even if one went back several centuries, he would still have been the strongest.
Even over the next hundred years, a powerhouse capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with him might not emerge.
Unless... the Heavenly Tribulation truly existed.
Grand Dean... what exactly are you thinking now?
Song Sheng Chaoying forced himself to hold on, pretending nothing was wrong.
"Sure enough, a senior is still a senior. Heh heh, this junior admits defeat. But Old Dean's death is an irreconcilable blood feud, and the Elder Council will never relinquish its right to seek justice for him! Yan Zhao Sect must pay with their lives. You can protect them for a time, Senior, but not forever."
"Long Aotian, Lu Chengwen, Zhao Ritian, you three can keep your heads on your shoulders for now. Once you leave Seven Star Peak, the world will be full of places for you to be buried!"
"This old man is inferior in skill today and accepts defeat. Elder Council."
"Yes!"
"Withdraw with me."
"Yes!"
Everyone in the Elder Council was filled with grief and rage.
The news of Old