In a world torn by chaos.
Some enjoyed both wealth and honor.
Some made their names resound in every direction.
Some plucked the stars and brought down the moon.
But for far more people.
Even the bare minimum of two meals a day.
Was an extravagant dream.
Poverty.
Hunger.
Fear.
Every day, when they opened their eyes.
These were like invisible shackles.
Binding their bodies.
Filling them with ceaseless worry.
Yet no matter what.
They were alive.
Though they suffered.
They still existed in this world.
Now.
A Demon Race divine general sought to break through the King Realm and enter the Emperor Realm.
And tens of millions of Human Race lives would be reduced to flying ash.
With a single thought, a mighty figure of the Demon Race.
Could make ten Human Race cities vanish overnight.
Were human lives.
Truly so cheap?
And then there was Zhou Buyu.
A fellow human.
Who had watched the Demon Race slaughter a city.
Not only had he refused to lend a hand.
He had looked on coldly from beginning to end.
He had even sought to exploit Xiao Chen's peril.
And strike at him.
His heart was filthy, his very guts rotten.
"Cough, cough!"
The more Xiao Chen thought, the angrier he became. As fury assailed his heart, crimson blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
His injuries were severe.
And he had exhausted his strength.
He was in terrible shape.
"Big brother, are you all right?" Ke Hei asked anxiously.
"I'm fine. I've only exhausted my Source Energy. After resting for a while, I'll... cough, cough!"
"Kid, your internal organs are damaged, and your king sea has run dry. That's hardly fine!" Qiongqi frowned.
With his cultivation.
A sweep of his divine sense.
Revealed everything.
"I let this brat face