Everyone stood frozen. Across the vast battlefield, aside from the howling battle winds, not a single sound could be heard. It would be more accurate to say that everyone had been frightened stiff.
Just when everyone thought they could not stop the silver-haired youth from devouring the Opportunity to Become Emperor, Ye Xiwen had pulled this move, shaking the entire battlefield.
Had it truly all been destroyed?
"Roar!"
A tremendous roar erupted from the silver-haired youth. His head grew back, looking incomparably bizarre. Yet no one cared about that at all. What they cared about was whether the Opportunity to Become Emperor had truly been destroyed.
At this moment, those prodigies and old antiques adjusted their moods with astonishing speed, practically changing their stance at once. Since they could not obtain it themselves, then it had to be destroyed. Anyone attaining the Dao would be better than the Celestials obtaining it.
If the Celestials obtained it, it would mean that the Myriad Realms would fall into slavery.
"Whoosh!"
The silver-haired youth had no intention of explaining anything. He transformed directly into a streak of light and flew into the distance.
"Kill him! We cannot let him escape! If he attains the Dao in the future, will our races and sects still have any way to survive?" While everyone else was still dazed, Ji Renwang gave a thunderous shout. With one slash of his sword, boundless black-and-yellow Sword Qi cleaved a powerful member of the Celestials' Twelve Heavenly Generals to death.
Only then did everyone seem to awaken as if enlightened by a splash of nectar. Though they belonged to different races and could hardly speak of any shared racial righteousness, when facing the Celestials, they could unite in hatred against a common enemy.
If another race produced an Emperor, it