Chu Jian's body swayed. The Great Celestial Venerable's voice nearly shattered his mind, making him spit out blood. His body toppled straight backward and crashed into the pool of blood. Everywhere he looked was red.
Through that blood-red haze, he saw scene after scene of himself fighting on the Boundless Battlefield. He saw the Corpse Kings he had slain, countless people cheering for him, and the helplessness of the Extreme Expert Corpse Kings before him.
He heard everyone shouting, "Killing God! Killing God! Killing God!"
After returning to the Six Directions Meeting, countless people acknowledged his perfection. He stood high above the rest. He was the Great Celestial Venerable's disciple, and there was no one else in his eyes. There shouldn't have been anyone else.
So what if there were the Three Venerables? If he wanted to learn, he could learn their powers.
The Nine Saints were merely destined to be trampled beneath his feet.
The Six Directions Meeting? Ridiculous. The Great Celestial Venerable was the common leader of humanity. The so-called Six Directions Meeting was nothing but a title.
The Primeval Space? That Primeval Space no longer existed. The so-called Heaven's Sect and the so-called Dao Master were nothing but jokes.
In the future, he would certainly become the person second only to the Great Celestial Venerable in the Six Directions Meeting. He could slaughter Immortal Transformation Realm Corpse Kings, face Extreme Experts head-on, remain undying, remain undefeated. He could not be defeated.
What did he have to fear?
Above the blood-red haze, Chu Jian's gaze was dull. He saw a pair of eyes—fearful, desperate, wanting to flee. Behind him, pair after pair of Scarlet Vertical Eyes pursued him. Was he afraid? This person was terrified, so afraid that he had to put on a mask, so afraid that