Destiny Battlefield, outskirts of Dao's Tomb.
Dead silence.
Only rough breathing and the sound of chattering teeth remained.
The survivors kneeling prostrate felt the pressure that seemed to come from the level of the Life Origin itself.
One after another, their faces turned ashen.
Their hearts were like withered wood.
It was over.
Completely over.
Not only had they witnessed the birth of a legend, but they had also become... the stumbling blocks and backdrop on the legend's path to rising, despite being hopelessly overconfident.
It was easy to imagine that after today, Lu Chen's name would resound throughout the All Heavens and Myriad Worlds.
And they, along with the races behind them, would become laughingstocks and... targets that might be purged.
A human cultivator suddenly burst into tears.
"Why did I come... Why did I covet that tiny bit of opportunity..."
"A Chaos Saint... Was that someone we could afford to provoke..."
A Heavenly Chosen from the God Race beside him let out a bitter laugh.
"Purged? Heh... Do you think we still have a chance to be purged?"
He laboriously raised his head.
He looked toward that chaotic-colored figure in the distance.
His eyes were filled with despair.
"Do you think... after this Saint leaves seclusion, he'll spare those of us who just tried to kill him?"
One sentence.
It made everyone feel as though they had fallen into an ice cavern.
That was right.
Just moments ago, they had been brimming with Killing Intent, intent on putting Lu Chen to death.
Putting themselves in his shoes.
If they were standing in Lu Chen's position, would they spare those who had tried to kill them?
No!
Absolutely impossible!
"No... Don't kill me..."
A timid Demon Race girl broke down sobbing.
"I... I'm willing to become your slave and