Almost everyone present had once been renowned throughout an era, some even shining across several eras. They were supreme prodigies, peerless elites, the very essence of their clans. Yet now, they had all gone somewhat mad, and all that madness was directed at Ye Xiwen.
They had only one goal: to kill this man who made even their hearts tremble with fear. The Opportunity to Become Emperor was simply too enticing.
Just as mortals desperately sought a chance to prove the Dao, they too were seeking an opportunity to attain the Dao. The yearning they harbored was not something outsiders could understand.
This rising star had already grown so powerful that they felt suffocated. Some old antiques even recalled the distant ages of the past, when there had seemed to be people just like this—rampaging invincibly through the world. In the end, those people had all attained ultimate immortality.
The existence of any such person was a terrifying shadow over everyone else. Just as Ye Xiwen had said before, invincibility belonged to one person alone. A single person could intimidate the Myriad Realms.
At this moment, battle cries shook the heavens, and the uproar tore through the river of stars, making the vast earth tremble violently. So many peerless monsters attacking together—what a terrifying sight it was, like an overwhelming momentum crushing through the Nine Heavens as it swept onward.
Bang!
High above the Nine Heavens, Ye Xiwen, wielding the Stone Sword, collided with the Golden Winged Great Peng. Two supreme martial paths clashed, splitting apart the sky. How could anyone possibly hold back now? Yet no one burned themselves and released all their seals like Wu Zimo had.
After all, if they failed to obtain the Opportunity to Become Emperor this time, they might have to return next time,