"Insolent wretch, courting death!"
Originally, Churchill had only wanted to use the might of a passed-down Saint weapon to suppress this monkey and curry favor with the Son of the Heavenly Emperor.
Yet who could have imagined that the pitch-black thing in Saint Prince's hand would be this powerful!
Although its divine might was no longer apparent and it looked utterly ordinary, as though only its sturdiness remained, it was ultimately made of Great Saint-grade material that had nearly stabbed the Divine Silkworm Princess to death.
Saint Prince was one of the most talented among the ancient races. Though he had only just severed the Dao, the weapon in his hand displayed only the traits of sturdiness and weight.
Yet with his own abilities and the quality of his weapon alone, smashing apart a Saint weapon controlled by Churchill, who possessed only peak Immortal Two-stage strength, was more than easy enough.
Fighting Saint Apes were few in number, but every one of them was a ruthless figure, with the Eight Restrictions as a baseline.
Churchill, who had meant to show off, ended up exposing his backside instead, leaving him unable to step down.
Churchill also knew that Reincarnation Hall's current prestige mainly rested on its military formations and fearsome reputation.
Without an Emperor weapon to suppress all opposition, every battle they fought had to be impressive!
Otherwise, if they showed even the slightest weakness, others might scent vulnerability and attack them together.
After all, far too many factions coveted the military formations controlled by Reincarnation Hall. If the wall truly collapsed and everyone pushed it over, even the drinking buddies currently linking arms with them would turn around and stab them in the back.
With the resources they had accumulated over the years backing him up, Churchill immediately prepared to