Everyone looked up in astonishment, only to see Ancestor Minghe throw his head back and laugh. Yet there was not a trace of warmth in his laughter.
Guang Chengzi asked coldly, "Why are you laughing, Ancestor?"
Ancestor Minghe's laughter abruptly stopped. The corners of his lips lifted slightly. "I'm laughing at you. You're merely a bunch of ants, yet you dare draw your swords and point them at the ruler of the Blood Sea. Such courage has truly made me look at you in a new light."
His tone was dismissive, and every word carried frost.
Guang Chengzi bowed and said, "Although I have attained immortal status, I am ultimately descended from the Human Race. How could I dare forget my ancestors? I have one more piece of advice for you, Ancestor—do not forget that Sage Su Yang is the supreme Saint Father of our Human Race!"
Before he had finished speaking, the arrogant air on Ancestor Minghe's face indeed froze. Like boiling water poured onto snow, it instantly cooled several degrees.
Yet he was caught in a murderous tribulation, and the fire in his heart had not died down. With a cold laugh, he sneered, "What sort of existence is a Saint? Would he really spare a thought for a few weak mortal ants? In the eyes of cultivators like us, these bodies of flesh and blood are nothing more than things to crush casually. What's wrong with that?"
After a pause, he cast a sidelong glance at Guang Chengzi, his tone sinister. "Since you still retain the roots of the Human Race, I'll show mercy today, Ancestor. I'll slaughter every human within three thousand li and use their blood to nourish the Asuras!"
The moment his words fell, before Guang Chengzi and the other Golden Immortals could speak