The Right to Speak

Two in a Row

Faced with the whispers of several Great Emperors, Xuan Ye naturally treated them like fart.

You refuse to speak properly and insist on putting on airs, huh?

Some people had been accustomed to looking down from on high. If they did not display their strength, others would look down on them instead.

To put it simply:

Bitches were just pretentious.

The wheel gathered above his finger, then broke free with a downward sweep of his hand.

Like the surging Wheel of History, it was impossible to stop or resist!

Everything before it would be crushed. Everything would be flattened.

You were the ones standing opposed to history.

A shapeless, indescribable wheel rolled forward.

It clearly seemed to be heading in a fixed direction, as though avoiding it would be enough.

Yet the several Great Emperors showed no intention of dodging.

This was the Wheel of History. Time was everywhere!

No matter where they were, no matter which direction they faced, and regardless of whether they were the figures pointed at by that finger, they could all feel that the wheel was facing them.

It was rolling straight toward them.

There was no such thing as direction or the restraints of space.

"We can only join forces."

"Let's deal with this wave first."

"Only history can oppose history!"

The several Great Emperors had reached this level. They were the rulers of their respective great worlds, and their use of the River of Time in their own worlds had reached an extreme.

Naturally, they understood the principles behind the attack before them.

That was precisely why they abandoned all unnecessary movements of evasion and resistance. They knew full well that such efforts would be useless.

At the same time, they joined forces to materialize projections of their