As they watched the Great Peace Emperor being beaten back again and again, everyone wore an inscrutable expression. If things continued this way, there was a good chance Taian would be killed!
The Changrong Heavenly Emperor stepped forward and said, "Long Bian, we're all old friends from the same era. Are we really going to stand by and let a junior divide us?"
"Hmph, spare me that. Old friends? I wouldn't dare call myself your friend. You've already thrown everything aside to become Sovereigns, but I haven't. In any case, I'm standing right here. Anyone who wants to help him can come and try. Let's see whether these old bones can take one or two of you down with me."
The Dragon Transformation Heavenly Emperor spoke disdainfully. Old friends, indeed. If disaster befell Dragon Transformation Heaven, these "old friends" would be the first to come knocking.
Everyone fell silent at Long Bian's words. He had little time left to live, after all, and none of them wanted to waste their strength on him. Besides, Long Bian was far from weak. Taking one or two Emperor Venerables down with him in his final moments would not be difficult.
They had no desire to stick their necks out for Taian.
"Hmph."
Seeing that no one spoke, Long Bian snorted. He had long known what these people were like. They were all talk. When it came to actually fighting, each would flee faster than the last.
Meanwhile, in the Spatial Battlefield, Zhang Tao sneered when he saw that no one outside was making a move. "You expect them to save you? Taian, you think far too highly of yourself. No one can save you today. This is where your life ends."
As Zhang Tao spoke, a blood-red saber appeared in his hand, and