If the intelligence some of them had obtained was correct, then Ye Xiwen should merely have been a rising junior of the human race. There were many such figures throughout the Myriad Realms, and the Celestial Race had no shortage of them either. With their confidence, the younger generation of their race was surely superior to those of all other races in the Myriad Realms.
But what was going on now? Ye Xiwen actually appeared to be the commander of this powerful legion. If the information they had received earlier was not wrong, this should have been a position only the Ten Kings could occupy. Yet now, there was an unknown junior added to the ranks.
One could imagine the shock in their hearts. Could he be some Emperor's illegitimate son? Otherwise, how could he possibly have reached such a point?
Behind Ye Xiwen, countless soldiers howled and roared in support, their blood energy towering to the heavens and their battle intent surging. Men shouted, horses neighed—who knew how many people were yelling together?
"Is Di Ni still refusing to come out? He was lucky enough to escape last time. This time, he won't be so fortunate!" Ye Xiwen sneered.
What? Only now did everyone finally become certain that Ye Xiwen had fought Di Ni before on the Selection of Emperor Road—and it seemed that Di Ni had been the one to flee.
Although everyone knew that Di Ni had obtained the Opportunity to Become Emperor, no one knew exactly how he had acquired it. Now, it seemed that he had likely been in quite a sorry state back then.
"Kill them! Avenge our fallen compatriots!" someone from the Celestial Race shouted. "Stop them! Hold them off until the army arrives, then send them straight to the western heavens!"
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