"Was it the ancestors' arrogance, or the incompetence of their descendants?" Lin Heng turned to look at him, his tone incomparably sharp.
Huang Qiushi recovered, then gnashed his teeth and said, "That my Huang Clan has fallen to such a state today is because heaven's mandate was unfair!"
"Otherwise, the entire Immortal Sea Summit would long ago have had only one voice!"
"You Extraterrestrial Cultivators' schemes, how are they any different from what my Huang Clan's old ancestors did? The immortal clans will never allow you to develop and grow strong!"
"Right now, whether it's Nine Dust Hall or your Heavenly Mystery Imperial Office, you can only taste a little sweetness at the very beginning. Once the immortal clans truly step onto the stage, you too will find two fists hard-pressed to fight four hands, and you'll be torn apart in an instant!"
Huang Qiushi looked at the young man before him and shook his head slightly, as if he felt he was too young.
Among the two old ancestors of their Huang Clan, how could there not have been supreme-level figures?
"Perhaps. The true storm has yet to appear. But the Heavenly Tribulation cloud mass above your Huang Clan's head is already close at hand. I can give your Huang Clan a chance to rise again."
"You can't hold on to Great Wall Dao Palace. Hand it to me... I'll hold it. Your Huang Clan can still live here for generations. You only need to give up the dragon-head seat. When the great undertaking is about to be accomplished, your Huang Clan will be equivalent to one of the original pillars of the foundation!"
"Rather than becoming chess pieces in the game and being mercilessly crushed by others, why not seek another way out?"
"Heh! Brat, are you drawing