The other two Chi Clan beings let out low laughter. Clearly, after the Immortal Realm Calamity, the number of living creatures in their race's hunting grounds had dwindled drastically. Some blood prey with decent strength had even fled far away beneath the calamity.
Now that another batch of myriad spirits had arrived, they would neatly make up the difference...
If their reputation became too fearsome, they truly would not be able to wait for new prey.
The Chi Clan.
An ancient Overlord Clan of the Cosmic Sea that had swept across countless races during the Myriad Spirits Massacre. Since the Heaven-Opening Realm, they had revered battle as faith, forged their souls with blood, and never possessed the words fear or retreat in their bones.
To them, the strong were not objects of reverence, but targets to conquer. If there was no enemy, they would fight until death. If there was an enemy, they would stain the skies with blood.
Just as silence reigned, a voice like rolling thunder suddenly split the mountains and wilderness. "May I ask what exactly the three of you are chattering about over there?"
The tone was exceedingly calm. The voice came from the dense clouds of dust, like a breeze brushing across one's face, yet it abruptly tightened the air.
The expressions of the three ten-thousand-zhang Chi Clan giants froze, their pupils contracting sharply. It was an instinctive wariness. Their necks slowly and stiffly turned as they stared fixedly at the dust gradually dispersing before them. He was not dead?!
A slender figure slowly stepped out.
He was a man in azure robes, his steps unhurried and his expression composed.
His garments reflected the landscapes and mystical diagrams of the Five Aggregates Sect's Ninety-Nine Ringed Mountains, as though he wore mountains, rivers, and peaks upon