If not for the fact that more than half of Nameless Mountain's experts had fallen in the great war, how could today's Nameless Mountain possibly endure such humiliation?
At the same time, he felt a wave of sorrow. During the war, Nameless Mountain had followed the Human Race's leader and spared no effort in contributing their strength. Yet once the war ended, they had become part of those being purged.
"Hmph. Nameless Mountain may have contributed greatly, but my clan's contribution was no less. In terms of power, Nameless Mountain cannot even rank among the top hundred in the Xuanhuang Great World. What are you showing off for here?"
"A territory of hundreds of millions of miles is far too much for you. You cannot hold it. Let the boundary river be the line—anyone who crosses it dies."
The man in blue swept his sleeve, his tone utterly unquestionable, as though his words were an imperial decree.
This left the leading man from Nameless Mountain with a livid expression. The boundary river? Not only would that take more than half their land, it would also leave them with the most barren region.
When the world's will settled the accounts three days later, the merit Nameless Mountain could receive would be extremely limited.
This...
"You..."
Just as he was about to argue, an incomparably powerful pressure descended upon him.
"My patience is limited. Dare oppose me again, and die."
The blue-robed man's voice rang out. If Nameless Mountain had not had some connection with that person, he would have wanted to wipe them out already. They were merely a force guarded by three Mahayana cultivators who were severely wounded and on the verge of death. He alone could destroy them.
"Senior Brother, Master!"
Seeing the man in white kneeling on the