After using the origin rune, Supreme One Siming closed his eyes and floated in the sky without making another move. Yet his aura remained steady, his spiritual energy fluctuations normal, and the golden rune between his brows continued to shine brilliantly, illuminating the land below.
No one knew what had happened to Supreme One Siming, but they all knew that this Supreme One Clan holy ancestor had not been injured. His strength had been completely preserved, and once he awoke, it would mean utter disaster for Konoha.
But did Konoha truly have no chance at all? Not necessarily.
Chen Xuanyi and the others simultaneously turned their gazes toward Crown Prince Changqing and the other Supreme One Clan cultivators. These people were powerful, but few in number. Moreover, they had suffered serious injuries and expended tremendous energy in their earlier clash with Bu Lianshi. As long as Supreme One Siming did not interfere, these dozen or so people were no match for Konoha's cultivators.
"Everyone, make your move. Even if we die, we must tear a piece of flesh off the Supreme One Clan," Chen Xuanyi said.
"Oh? You old fox finally decided to stop watching from the sidelines?" Ye Qingyang teased with a light laugh.
The Chen Xuanyi of the past had always been shrewd and calculating. As the city lord of Primordial Beginning City, the top-ranked third-tier city, he had been the most composed and conservative of them all, thoroughly versed in the art of self-preservation. He weighed the gains and losses in everything he did and never rashly made decisions or entered battle. If there were benefits, he advanced; if not, he retreated. His old-fox nature had been displayed to the fullest.
Yet this time, he had stepped forward at the very first moment, prepared to strike against