"If trash like you can become the pillars of the Great Thousand, the anchors that hold it steady, and even brazenly sit high in the halls of power, throwing your weight around..."
"Then that would be the greatest joke in the true main plane of the Great Thousand."
"As for the greater good? What is the greater good? I am the greater good."
The Heavenly Emperor's expression was indifferent, as if he were merely stating a fact.
It was precisely this seemingly careless, casual attitude that revealed his lofty contempt—and the truth:
Even ten or a hundred Western Heaven War Emperors could not compare to a single Daoist Sect Sovereign.
How could an Immortal Grade Heavenly Sovereign compare with a late Saint Grade titan?
The latter was a taboo existence who had created a method on the level of the Thirty-Six Peerless Divine Abilities.
The War Emperor was utterly demoralized. His face was stricken, his complexion ashen.
He couldn't win a fight, his backers had fled, and when he appealed to the greater good, the other man had simply flipped the table.
Against this mysterious titan, not even a needle could slip through, not a drop of water could get in.
Daoist Wang, a Spirit Grade Heavenly Sovereign and vice hall master of the War Hall,
and Elder Winter, who had just regained consciousness—a Grand Perfection Earth Sovereign and an elder of the War Hall—both swallowed nervously, doing their best to make themselves seem inconspicuous.
Their boss, the War Emperor, had clearly crashed and burned. There was no need to drag themselves down with him.
Whoever took the throne, they'd welcome him. Hey, either way, they'd be on the winning side.
"Don't say I never gave you a chance."
"If you can withstand one move from me, I'll let