Peace had reigned on the Ziwei Emperor Star for so long that, apart from the many Primordial Ancestral Kings who had appeared during the calamity that destroyed the Golden Crow Clan decades ago, it had never seen such overbearing cultivators from beyond the stars.
It was bad enough that they had come to attack. They even intended to destroy the Ziwei Divine Dynasty. Their arrogance knew no bounds, but they did have the strength to back it up.
In an age when Saints were rarely seen, the presence of a Great Saint carried too much weight. Even cultivators who had long been friendly with the Ziwei Divine Dynasty, or were related to it by marriage, dared not step forward to speak on its behalf.
"May I ask how the Ziwei Divine Dynasty has offended you?"
Cultivators rushed out of the Ziwei Divine Dynasty, each at least a Peak Mighty Figure. At their head, the Ziwei Ancestor revealed the formidable aura of a Half-Saint.
Yet beside the Great Saint's aura aboard the warship, his was a firefly before the bright moon. The gulf between them was beyond measure.
"Blessed lands belong to the virtuous. The Ziwei Divine Dynasty occupies the heart of the Ziwei Emperor Star, with lands on every side arrayed around it. It is only fitting that my Divine Court establish its seat on this star here."
"If you know what's good for you, leave within half an hour and cease calling yourselves the Ziwei Divine Dynasty. Then I may overlook your earlier offense."
Inside the warship, the Great Saint's voice was cold, and his words colder still. The Ziwei Ancestor and those behind him seethed, but none dared speak.
Bandits!
These cultivators from beyond the stars were utterly shameless!
They had come without grievance or feud, intent on