"Bastard, stop right there..."
The voice of the Burial Emperor Rules grew ever more furious and crazed. It truly seemed as though Sikong Jing was driving it mad.
And the madder it became, the calmer Sikong Jing was. He asked indifferently...
"Why should I stop? I was born and raised in this world, and I possess the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts bloodline—the bloodline this world originally used to fight against you."
"As long as I don't go up there, I will remain undefeated."
"Even if I can't erase all the rules you stole and altered in a short time... what about a thousand years from now? Ten thousand years from now? One Burial Emperor Era later, or even ten Burial Emperor Eras?"
"As long as I do not die, and as long as you do not come down, then one day, I will win."
"This world belongs to us..."
As long as the Burial Emperor Rules had no way to drag him up for a decisive battle...
Given Sikong Jing enough time, his control over the power of the true Heavenly Dao would only grow stronger and stronger.
In the end, he would be able to erase every alteration made by the Burial Emperor Rules.
This world and the two divine artifacts would also give him their full support. Naturally, he would stand in an invincible position.
Charging up now would be nothing but a contest of temper, utterly meaningless.
The Hell Array Ancient Ancestor, the Mountain City Lord, and the Nine Heavens Emperor had all been forced into going up for a decisive battle.
But Sikong Jing stood upon their shoulders...
And with the situation now turning for the better across the board, there was simply no need for him to go up.
As Sikong Jing spoke, the