You're courting death!
At that moment, the killing intent in Liu Dongqing's heart ran even deeper than when he had faced the White Tiger Sword Master!
The Myriad Phenomena Sword Sect had clearly admitted defeat.
The fortunes of the southward return had clearly run their course. The struggle at the Hanging World Great Wall should have ended with them.
And yet...
At the very moment when everything should have followed its natural course, eight Transmigration Tribulation prodigies had forced themselves into the leading roles when it was not their turn to take the stage!
By their own efforts, they had dragged out a struggle at the Hanging World Great Wall that should already have ended!
Not one of them had attained the Dao as a Nascent Soul Dao Lord. If no one advanced to Nascent Soul on this ancient Golden Core battlefield, the struggle at the Hanging World Great Wall would continue!
This was an unforeseen turn!
Those eight were the unforeseen turn!
At that moment...
In Liu Dongqing's eyes, the eight were no longer Transmigration Tribulation prodigies. He understood why they had done this. Now they were simply disciples of the eight peaks' Aristocratic Clans of the Innate Sacred Sect!
This was the eight peaks' Aristocratic Clans striking back at Liu Dongqing for keeping the entire struggle at the Hanging World Great Wall under such relentless pressure that cultivators of their clans had died in droves!
Killing intent surged endlessly through his heart.
Liu Dongqing longed to charge straight into the ancient battlefield's Cave-Heaven and kill all eight with a blow of his palm.
But...
In... out... in...
Through heavy breaths, Liu Dongqing forced himself to draw that mounting killing intent back, bit by bit, and press it down.
At least for now...
He could not kill those eight.