Soul-Weeping Elder

After Jiang Dao finished speaking, Chu Rukuang fell silent. A moment later, he nodded directly, walked to one side to rest, and circulated his profound art to draw in the world's vital energy.

Jiang Dao did not hold anything back either. Right from the start, his body began to expand.

Muscles, scales, and barbs emerged from his body one after another.

His entire body seemed to inflate.

In the blink of an eye, he became mountain-like, a thousand meters tall. His aura was terrifying, his entire body gleaming with dreadful metallic light. The Extreme Yang Divine Fire blazed fiercely within him, and every pore radiated a terrifying presence.

Whether in size or power, he had reached an almost horrifying level.

"God Emperors, do you not hate me to the bone?"

Jiang Dao spoke, his pupils golden and his voice filled with indifference. "Jiang is here now. I wonder who is willing to come down and fight me to the death?"

His voice rang out, clear and steady, yet it entered the upper realm like thunder, rumbling loudly with a terrifying aura.

"It's him, it's him, that damned thing!"

"Everyone, we must kill him!"

"That's right, kill him and avenge our brothers!"

The three Heavenly Demons looked livid as they shouted sharply.

Their gazes held both shock and fear as they looked at Jiang Dao as though he were some incomparably terrifying fiend. Jiang Dao had cast far too great a shadow over them. They knew that in this lifetime, revenge would likely remain beyond their reach.

The other God Emperors also had cold eyes, one dreadful gaze after another falling upon Jiang Dao.

"Leave this junior to me!"

A terrifying figure slowly stepped forward. His aura was desolate, and an indescribably ancient presence permeated his body. He looked as though