Human Emperor Lineage, Mighty!

Old Golden Crow held a golden scepter, with an ink-black magnetism peak hovering above his head. He stood there like a golden mountain, his lips curled in mockery.

How could he not know what those petty rats hiding in the shadows were thinking?

It was simply that the Golden Crow Clan had chosen the perfect moment to strike.

The Ancient Daoist Temple of Nether Ridge and the Human King Hall's planned exchange of ancient divine scriptures had practically seized the attention of every major sect in the Divine Land. Neither humans nor demons had the leisure to concern themselves with anything else.

That was precisely why the Golden Crow Clan had been able to calmly track down the Sacred Emperor's abode and the Undying Divine Root, then pressure the Human Emperor Lineage into handing over the Human Race's Mother Scripture.

It would have been one thing if those rats, furious but afraid to speak, had remained hidden.

But if they showed themselves to uphold justice, they would surely face the Golden Crow Clan's storm-like onslaught.

"Si Wu, are you truly refusing to hand it over?"

Old Golden Crow gathered his thoughts and spoke with narrowed eyes.

He was already considering making an example of them—breaching Sacred Emperor Mountain, slaughtering the Solar Ancient Sect, extinguishing the Human Race Sacred Emperor Lineage, and intimidating all who dared disrespect the Divine Tree Kingdom.

"No. I said I won't hand it over, and I mean it."

"How could the dignified Human Emperor orthodoxy ever surrender to a pack of demon brutes?"

The old sect master's expression abruptly turned incomparably solemn. He bowed from afar toward the tens of thousands of disciples of the ancient sect. "My sons, this battle is in your hands."

These final ten thousand or so core disciples of the