The old man smiled without smiling. He was a stone sword cultivator, even more terrifying than ordinary sword cultivators.
With lower cultivation and foundations, Emperor Lord had endured until now before the old man found an opening to injure him. That alone was enough for him to be proud.
No wonder that, while the Upper Heavens remained hidden from the world, this man had been hailed as the strongest Overlord-level expert.
Such combat strength, such talent—he truly deserved to be called the number one of this age!
"What a pity. A talent like you chose to betray the Thirty-Three Heavens. What a pity," the old man said, genuinely regretful.
A talent like Emperor Lord should have served the Upper Heavens, should have served the Thirty-Three Heavens!
"It is not betrayal. I am merely seeking freedom."
"After cultivating for so many years, this is the one thing I must do!"
Emperor Lord replied, his conscience clear.
At least while the Upper Heavens had been absent, it was he who had held up the Lower Heavens. It was he who had brought the Lower Heavens to their present height.
"Freedom? To you, becoming one of the Thirty-Three Heavens has become a shackle? Do you know that without the Thirty-Three Heavens, you would not even have had the chance to set foot in this realm?"
The old man's expression darkened. He could not believe Emperor Lord harbored such thoughts. If this was not betrayal, then what was?
"The Thirty-Three Heavens raised you, yet now you want to use this power against your own kind from the Thirty-Three Heavens. Your heart deserves execution!!!"
The old man's white hair whipped wildly, his killing intent terrifying. He greatly disliked Emperor Lord's way of thinking. This was wrong.
Today, he had to correct it. If Emperor Lord