When he shouted those words, the Devouring Sky Demon Race Old Ancestor's expression was incomparably cold and savage. He had originally not intended to use this move until he challenged the Celestial Venerable realm in the future. Every time he cultivated, he would deliberately reserve a portion of his power and pour it into the Devouring Sky Blade, refining it day and night, for countless tens of thousands of years without change. What was it all for? So that when he challenged the Celestial Venerable realm, he could use it to break through that supreme realm which seemed utterly impossible to breach in a single breath.
So long as he could step into the Celestial Venerable realm, no matter what price he paid, it would be worth it in his eyes. The accumulation of countless tens of thousands of years was meant to be used in that single moment.
Yet clearly, he could not wait until then. Though it felt like dying before achieving victory, under the present circumstances, he had no room left to choose.
Because if he could not overcome this hurdle today, the consequences would be simply unthinkable. At worst, he would fall, and might even drag the Devouring Sky Demon Race down into decline with him.
Whether for himself or for his race, this human Emperor had to die.
Blade radiance gathered, blade qi crisscrossed, and the entire great province was enveloped beneath that blade radiance. Every living thing trembled in fear.
"This level is almost comparable to a Celestial Venerable!"
Ye Xiwen thought to himself. He had once seen a Celestial Venerable take action. Although Pan Tian Celestial Venerable had not recovered his true strength at the time, Ye Xiwen had engraved that method and essence of attack deeply into his heart.
He could still