Yang Beiming was too powerful. If they could eliminate him once and for all, they would finally be at ease.
Di Jiang was the leader of the witch clan, Luo Shixin was the Ancestor of Kirin, Fuxi was the Human Sovereign of the human race, and Qiang Liang and Patriarch Bodhi could both be considered the second-in-command figures of their respective factions. All of them understood the principle of uprooting the grass and removing the roots.
Kong Xuan, on the other hand, felt a sense of mutual appreciation for Yang Beiming and did not wish to kill him.
After all, he held no grudge against Yang Beiming. He simply wanted to challenge him.
Thus, upon hearing that Di Jiang wanted to kill Yang Beiming, he instinctively resisted the idea and frowned. "Yang Beiming, are you really going to remain so stubborn? You no longer have any chance of winning."
Before coming here, he had already learned of the enmity between Yang Beiming and the Heavenly Emperor Qin. All he could say was that it was karma.
Neither side had been wrong. It was simply fate playing tricks on them.
It had begun when Qin Jun killed Wei Yue's close friend, setting off a chain of consequences. Yet from Qin Jun's perspective, he had not actively sought to provoke any enemies either.
Such was the world. There was no absolute right or wrong.
For a powerhouse like Yang Beiming, who knew how long it would take for another to be born?
If Di Tianwu was a peerless prodigy Rare in a Million Years, then Yang Beiming was truly one who appeared only once every hundred million years.
Kong Xuan liked invincibility, but he liked opponents who could compete with him even more.
Faced with his persuasion, Yang Beiming's eyes were bloodshot