Chaos Holy Land's forbidden grounds.
Xiao Yun waved a hand, and a ray of light fell from his palm onto the ground. A battered figure immediately appeared—Wu Hao, covered in wounds and barely clinging to life.
This seventh-level Quasi-Emperor from Heaven Beyond Heaven had suffered a full-force strike from a Great Emperor. His injuries were extremely severe; even with Xiao Yun's help in healing him, he was still in a weakened state.
Still, Wu Hao had awakened. He opened his eyes and looked around before fixing his gaze on Xiao Yun, his eyes brimming with intense hatred.
As a seventh-level Quasi-Emperor with the direct bloodline of the Human King, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?
He had thought descending upon the Nine Heavens Continent this time would be effortless. After all, in this era without Great Emperors, with his cultivation and talent, he would undoubtedly be the strongest person in this world.
Who could have known that he would be slapped in the face in the blink of an eye?
What troubled him even more was that the ancestor he had summoned had nearly slapped him to death.
Even now, Wu Hao's heart was filled with confusion and incomprehension.
Why did Ancestor attack me?
I carry Ancestor's direct bloodline. Even if that was merely Ancestor's incarnation, he should have been able to sense it.
Wu Hao glared at Xiao Yun before him, feeling utterly stifled.
"Is he that bird-man who came down from Heaven Beyond Heaven?"
"He looks just like us—two eyes and one nose."
"Why refuse to be a proper human and insist on being a beast?"
Zhao Wuji, Di Tian, Nan Haiyun, Dugu Baitian, and the others gathered around with great interest, surrounding Wu Hao and examining him closely as though they were watching a monkey, pointing