"What are you all hesitating for? This Sword Pool is a legacy of our Human Race. The shameless Demon Race has occupied it for so many years—I find it humiliating! Enough talk. Let's kick their asses!"
The Human Race cultivators were already itching to act, but they still needed one last spark.
At once, Ghost Emperor stepped forward and stood atop the altar carried by a crowd of Paper Figures, his face full of pride.
The instant those who recognized Ghost Emperor saw him, they were startled, then grew excited.
Those who didn't know him asked around and learned who he was. They were delighted, too.
And that wasn't all.
"Hahaha... How could I miss such a grand occasion?"
As Ghost Emperor made his entrance, Zhao Xingyuan tugged on the reins and rode out from the crowd.
"Hahaha, Big Brother Bi Fan is mighty! The two of us siblings admire you!"
Li Hongyi and Li Xiao also stepped out from the crowd.
"Exactly. This opportunity is right before us, and it belongs to our Human Race. How can we let the Demon Race decide who gets to enter? Big Brother Bi Fan is right. We're all going to..."
Even the Lin sisters, whom Bi Fan had reprimanded earlier, stood up to support him. They had been deeply captivated by his performance.
With so many powerful cultivators answering his call, the Human Race side became more united than ever. Shouts and cheers rose one after another, shaking the sky.
And just as Zhao Xingyuan had said: how could anyone miss such a grand occasion?
Those words instantly voiced what everyone was thinking.
As cultivators, they had carried a trace of pride from the very beginning of their cultivation. Though the passage of time had gradually made them conceal it, that didn't