Zhong Yue and Leo
But the vaster the world was, the more powerful experts there were, and the more delighted he became.
The atmosphere in the arena sank somewhat, and everyone felt heavy-hearted.
True gods, even those on their last legs, were not opponents they could handle.
If the gods suppressed Swords Gate, then aside from Fu Shang, not a single person in all of Swords Gate would be able to intervene.
"How could it be that easy?"
Feng Shang sighed as well, a trace of desolation flashing through his heart. Perhaps the human race would one day Reign Over the World, but sadly, he would not live to see it.
He was not afraid of death, nor did he fear dying. He merely regretted that he would not see the day when the human race Reigned Over the World.
Transcendents were not gods, and even gods were not immortal beings.
He was going to die.
"Big Brother..."
Feng Shouzhu clasped his elder brother's withered hand, equally desolate in his heart.
Naturally, he knew what Feng Shang was thinking at this moment.
"No need to comfort me."
Feng Shang patted his younger brother's equally thin, bony hand and smiled. "I'm only taking one step ahead. You'll still have to come keep me company!"
"Big Brother, be sure to wait for me!"
Feng Shouzhu smiled too. As he smiled, tears streamed down his face. "We stood shoulder to shoulder in life, and after death, we must walk together too!"
They had lived long enough that death held little fear for them.
"Gate Master..."
Zhong Yue, Fang Jiange, Jun Sixie, and the others shuddered, as though they had sensed something. Sorrow rose on their faces.
"Good, I'll wait for you. Big Brother will wait for you!"
Feng Shang patted his younger brother's