Ning Chuan stood a short distance away, lofty and aloof, his gaze cold and contemptuous.
He looked at the three men before him, holding a string of beads in his hand. Beneath his mild expression lay the arrogance of one who passed judgment on all living beings.
"I have come for the descendants of Sin Blood. Everyone else, step back." Ning Chuan spoke calmly, his entire body radiating sacred light.
The moment he appeared, all the spectators fell silent. Awe rose in their hearts, and they felt an urge to bow in worship.
The followers behind Ning Chuan, like dogs emboldened by their master, began barking at everyone to retreat.
One of them stepped forward with a Bone Mirror in hand and shouted, "Descendants of Sin Blood, why have you not revealed yourselves? Lord Six-Crowned King has arrived to safeguard the Great Dao and slay you here!"
"The Great Dao must be protected! It must not be profaned!" the others shouted after him. Their voices shook heaven and earth, their oppressive momentum exploding through the area like thunder.
Faced with the repeated humiliation from Ning Chuan and his followers, the three Shi brothers all burned with rage.
Descendants of Sin Blood? A filthy clan?
Those were nothing but fabricated charges that the sanctimonious great sects of the Upper Realm had forced upon their ancestors to conceal the truth.
Their ancestors had given their lives and shed their blood for the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, defending the Border Wasteland. Yet in the end, their names were smeared, and their descendants were branded sinners.
It was a humiliation that could not be washed away, and a glory that had to be defended with blood.
Shi Hao laughed aloud. Looking at the lofty Ning Chuan, he spoke coldly.
"Ning Chuan, who do