My disciple feared Heavenly Chosen the least. Back then, no matter what level of Heavenly Chosen they were, they all ultimately died beneath my disciple's hand.
From a minor cultivator whom no one had thought highly of, he had climbed step by step to where he was today. How many Heavenly Chosen had fallen at his hands? That was why he believed this time would be no different.
The first-tier Heavenly Chosen of those transcendent powers might be as arrogant as they pleased now, but their defeat in the future would be just as complete.
"Master, if that's the case, I'll be going. If I arrive too late, I might not even get a sip of the soup."
After Ye Lin spoke, Taichu smiled and nodded. Under Taichu's watchful gaze, Ye Lin tore through space and departed.
Within the Asura Clan's territory, countless Asura Clan experts wore livid expressions. Last night, a massive meteor spanning ten million li in diameter had crashed into one of the Asura Clan's prefectures. When it struck the ground, half the prefecture's territory had been directly destroyed.
Under a meteor of that magnitude, even Spirit Transformation cultivators would be crushed into pulp. Only Dao Integration cultivators could barely cling to life.
Just as the Asura Clan had suffered countless casualties and the entire clan was observing mourning rites, a large group of uninvited guests barged into their territory.
Every one of these uninvited guests possessed extremely formidable individual combat strength. Even the Asura Clan's strongest Heavenly Chosen could not last more than three moves against them.
"The Asura Clan? An interesting race. This place has now been sealed off by us. Leave at once, or don't blame us for what follows."
In the sky, a young man looked down at the Asura Clan experts below