In the western part of the Northern Region, an ancient mountain range lay utterly lifeless, without a blade of grass. A figure appeared atop a cliff, coldly watching a certain area of rippling space before him.
The Hell Dynasty had not only an ancient, supreme palace, but also eighteen layers of hell. They were eighteen main branches extending from the Root.
These eighteen layers of hell were extremely important. They were all small worlds from the ancient era, existing independently outside the great world. They were nearly impossible to find, shrouded in immense mystery, and all served as critical strongholds.
"A small world opened by a Saint, and a Great Completion King. What a pity that neither of them ever did anything decent. Let's wipe them out completely today!"
Gu Sheng coldly glanced at the Great Completion King cultivating in seclusion inside this layer. He was a King who followed the Killing Dao and could even assassinate Saints under certain conditions. Unfortunately, these several Assassin Dynasties had never done anything decent, nor had they ever gone after the powerful figures of the Ancient Race.
When Gu Sheng had read this passage back then, he had been especially puzzled. In theory, if the Assassin Dynasties sought fame by assassinating powerful figures, there were so many Ancient Ancestral Kings, Saint Kings, and even Great Saints among the Ancient Race. Yet he had never seen them kill even one or two of them. They had always targeted only the human race.
These scum who bit the hand that fed them were even more disgusting than those members of the Ancient Race who harbored hostility toward humanity. Er Gouzi had always been more hated than the devils.
"Wipe them out!!!"
Tiger Soul Saber's radiance shot into the sky from Gu Sheng's palm. Endless thunderclouds