"You're courting death!" the Demon Venerable of Demonfall Ridge said. Fallen Godson had been killed by Shi Hao, and he utterly hated this lineage.
"Remnants of Supreme Hall! You were lucky to escape back then. You established some so-called ruined Dao Field, and yet you still dare show yourselves? We will not spare you!"
In the distance, a bronze hall trembled as chaotic energy surged. A middle-aged man stepped out, his black hair hanging loose, silver radiance flickering in his eyes and piercing straight into one's soul.
Many people were startled. Immortal Palace's second-in-command had appeared—a terrifying sect master-level expert with few rivals.
"Ridiculous! Back then, your Immortal Palace only managed to wound my late master mutually after joining forces with numerous factions. If others had not helped, who could have killed my master?" Qi Daolin's eyes reddened as he spoke.
"Remnants, merely dragging out your miserable existence. You will all die—you deserve execution! Supreme Hall declined long ago and became ash in the tides of history!" he said coldly, closing in.
"Haha, Supreme Hall has had its rises and falls, but it will shine again! So long as someone outstanding emerges, even one person alone can be invincible beneath heaven.
"I am not truly a disciple of Supreme Hall, but from this day onward, my disciple is!" After saying this, Qi Daolin looked at them and stared down the sect masters. "My disciple tore your Immortal Palace successor into four pieces, then fought your Immortal Palace's ancient freaks until they fled for their lives and all perished. What right do you have to say we have declined? If we are lacking, then what are your Immortal Palace and all the other sects?"
Many sect masters were enraged. Qi Daolin was merely a junior, yet he had mocked all of