If this empty promise dragged him and the entire Asura Race into the abyss of the great calamity, it really wouldn't be worth it.
Although his Asura Race could be reborn,
that would still be a bad thing for the boundless Netherworld Blood River.
It might even leave the Netherworld Blood River severely damaged.
That was why he wanted to wait and see.
Meanwhile, Human Race Leader Suirenshi smiled faintly.
A huge long blade appeared in his hand.
His blade was actually enormous.
It was the same type as Kong Xuan's Cold Yan Saw,
though it wasn't as ridiculously huge as her blade.
Still, it was a terrifying weapon.
"Ancestor Minghe, now I want to see just how strong you really are."
"I have a blade here. Let's see if you can withstand it before we talk."
Human Race Leader Suirenshi was gradually losing patience.
Ancestor Minghe was truly being unreasonable—a stubborn old immortal who wouldn't listen to reason.
He really couldn't understand how someone like that had cultivated to such a level.
Human Race Leader Suirenshi's face was frosty, his expression solemn.
His right hand gripped the terrifyingly massive blade.
Then he took nine steps through the air,
leaving nine enormous footprints behind.
After that, the gigantic blade in his hand pointed straight at the Heavenly Vault.
At the same time, Human Race Leader Suirenshi let out an incomparable roar.
"Ancestor Minghe, I have a blade that embodies the essence of my Dao of the Blade."
"This blade can slay the ghosts of the Yellow Springs and hell."
"This blade can cut down injustice in the world."
"This blade can ask the heavens where the Dao is."
"This blade is called the Heavenly Ask Blade!"
As Human Race Leader Suirenshi thrust his blade toward the sky,
an incomparable, terrifying