A New Main God

"Heh heh..."

Under the old man's astonished gaze, the Blood Robe Man barely tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile uglier than tears. "What an... honor..."

They had already reached the Sacred Mountain. If he fled now, he would certainly draw the attacks of every Supreme Expert of the Archaic Human Race.

The Archaic Human Race was no longer what it had once been. Even Main Gods had fallen here—what chance did he have?

As his thoughts turned, he still dismissed the idea of fleeing. He clung to a sliver of hope. What if no one could discover him?

"Come in!"

The old man frowned, about to say something, when an aged voice came from within the hall.

"Yes!"

The old man gathered his thoughts, pushed open the doors of the great hall, and entered.

"Phew!"

The Blood Robe Man secretly drew a breath. His mind relaxed slightly as he feigned calm and followed the old man into the hall.

The hall was enormously spacious, its dome dozens of zhang high. Everlasting lamps adorned it, illuminating the entire place brilliantly.

At this moment, all the Supreme Experts of the Archaic Human Race sat on two rows of jeweled seats to either side. A closer look revealed more than a dozen of them.

The Blood Robe Man lowered his head slightly, sweeping his surroundings with the corner of his eye.

Among these dozen or so Supreme Experts of the Archaic Human Race, few could threaten him. Only the first man on the left, a black-robed man as cold and unfeeling as iron and stone, and the heroic white-robed man on the right, whose brows and eyes were as sharp as blades, made him sense the threat of death.

These two were terrifying existences who were already faintly on