The Arrogance to Even Think You're Worthy?

A bone-chilling killing intent, sharp as a tangible blade, instantly enveloped Xiao Yang.

He jerked his head up, his eyes bloodshot with grief fixing on the direction from which the aura came.

At the edge of the shattered space, the void rippled like water, and five figures slowly emerged.

Divine light from the Great Dao shrouded them, obscuring their faces, but each radiated the terrifying pressure of one who ruled over a realm and could make their words law!

Holy Lords!

And not just any Holy Lords—they were the Ancestors of various sacred lands, beings at the Holy Lord level!

They had been here all along!

From the Eastern Emperor Great Emperor's arrival, to the father and son fighting side by side, to the clash of Emperor Weapons, they had watched everything coldly from the shadows like poisonous snakes!

Only now—after the Eastern Emperor Great Emperor had been driven back, after his father's will had completely faded, and after Xiao Yang had exhausted his strength—could they finally resist no longer and show themselves!

Xiao Yang's heart sank little by little.

He could clearly feel the five gazes locked on him and the Heavenly Emperor Cauldron and Anlan's Spear beside him—greedy, feverish, and utterly undisguised.

They looked like wolves that had starved for countless years and had just spotted the fattest lamb.

"Heh heh heh..."

An old, hoarse laugh shattered the silence.

One of the figures, shrouded in purple divine light, slowly stepped forward. He carried himself like a lofty god looking down on the insignificant mortals of the Mortal Realm.

"Little friend Xiao, truly, heroes had emerged from the younger generation."

The old man's voice sounded rather cordial, but the meaning behind his words sent a chill down one's spine.

"To face an Emperor's will head-on as a Venerable, and