The nine Divine Emperors locked before him had all been captured by Zhang Tianze, their origins extracted through cruel methods to raise his own cultivation.
"Damn devil! You are so utterly bereft of conscience, committing every evil under heaven. Sooner or later, retribution will find you, and you will die a miserable death!" one elder roared, his eyes bulging with fury and his voice ragged with desperation.
"You actually dare use the bloody and cruel Blood Refining Technique to raise your cultivation! Such evil deeds are simply intolerable to heaven and earth! Aren't you afraid of being scorned and hunted down by every living being in the entire Kongming Realm Domain?" another elder demanded, his face filled with grief and indignation.
"If you have the guts, kill this old man now! Otherwise, so long as this old man still draws breath, one day I will make you pay a painful price!" yet another fierce-tempered elder shouted through gritted teeth.
"Who could have imagined that the revered ancestor of Tianjing Holy Land would actually be a remnant of the Blood Demon Clan? This is truly too terrifying!" the last elder said, his voice brimming with despair and fear.
Yet Zhang Tianze appeared utterly unconcerned by the reactions and accusations of those around him.
His once calm and dignified face gradually twisted, revealing traces of madness.
The former image of a virtuous, immortal-looking elder vanished without a trace, replaced by a terrifying figure wreathed in dense black qi.
The black qi was thick as ink, as though it could devour all light and hope.
Within the surging black qi, a pair of eyes stood out in particular—they were no longer clear and bright, but shrouded in a layer of blood-red light, like burning flames that sent chills down one's spine.
Zhang Tianze