"That's right. We've already offended him. If he is allowed to grow completely, we'll become lambs waiting for the slaughter. Looking throughout history, the growth of every invincible being has defied all reason. One Ancient Human Emperor is enough—we cannot allow a second to emerge."
"Then let us strike together, and while we are at it, slaughter this Shu Mountain Sword Sect."
"Let us ignite a Golden Immortal war. This is our best chance. If we miss it, then we will truly have missed it."
After several heated voices in the Starry Sky fell silent, Xu Changsheng, who sat not far from Ye Lin, slowly opened his eyes as though he had sensed something.
The murkiness had vanished from his eyes. They were now incomparably sharp, and his blade-like gaze swept across the distant Starry Sky.
Within this silent, dark Starry Sky, who knew how many dangers lay hidden, or how many eyes lurked in the shadows?
"Bring me my blade. This old man has not made a move for many years. It seems these fellows have already forgotten me."
Xu Changsheng slowly rose and extended a hand, a trace of killing intent flashing through his eyes.
Ever since the Ancient Human Emperor had appeared, all races had hated the Human Race beyond measure, and the Human Race had been subjected to the joint oppression of all races.
Yet even in such circumstances, he had still established the Shu Mountain Sword Sect—a Golden Immortal faction belonging to the Human Race within the Demon Domain.
Through the long years of oppression by all races, how had the Shu Mountain Sword Sect remained standing? It certainly had not been through the mercy of all races.
He, Xu Changsheng, might have grown old, but it was not as if he could no longer