His eyes full of undisguised contempt, Zhou Xuan slowly rose and stretched, his bones crackling as he looked at their ashen faces.
"A bunch of scum fit only to sniff around gutters for scraps, and they scared you this badly?"
An utterly frigid trace of killing intent flashed through his eyes. He paused, a cold gleam shining in the depths of his dark-gold pupils.
"I recognize that thing's soul imprint. I still remember that old debt."
Everyone froze at his words.
An old debt.
Their master, the Pavilion Master, actually had a grudge against this terrifying civilization that devoured worlds.
Gazing toward the Chaos Void, where danger lurked on every side, Zhou Xuan offered little explanation. He merely raised his head and looked beyond Central Province's World Crystal Wall.
"Hide? That's not my style."
His voice was quiet, yet carried a madness that terrified everyone. His lips curved into a cruel smile.
"Since they've delivered themselves to my door, they're not leaving. Hunters? Starting today, I'll show them who the fuck the real prey is."
Old Ancestor Xuanming shakily raised his head and looked ahead.
"M-Master, what do you mean?"
"Turn their scheme against them."
Zhou Xuan extended a finger toward the center of the luminous map formed from the world's origin source, pointing at the unhealable wound left by his violent entry into the Dao Integration Realm.
Zhou Xuan sneered as he studied the luminous map.
"To them, this wound is a fatal weakness, a sign that Central Province is about to collapse. It's an entrance leaking the aura of the origin source. So we'll make that entrance a little more tempting."
As his words fell, Zhou Xuan stirred his divine sense, which encompassed all of Central Province.
He personally manipulated the world's laws, recklessly pouring out the origin