"The abbot of Galan Temple, a mighty Buddha Emperor, died just like that. He didn't even last a single exchange..."
"The Sky-Supporting Tribe is no longer what it once was. In plain sight alone, they have nine Demon Emperors, three Witch Emperor Realm experts, two Devil Emperors, and one Demon-Cultivator Immortal Emperor, plus a Peak Emperor Grade expert who has yet to show himself. A mere Galan Temple dared to stick its neck out? Wasn't that courting death?"
"Even so, Galan Temple was only asking for its lost property back. Surely that didn't warrant death?"
"What a joke! This is a kingdom-founding ceremony. How could they allow it to be profaned? Besides, Galan Temple was clearly acting on someone else's orders. Once they stuck their necks out, they should have been prepared to die! And they even threatened the Sky-Supporting High Priest with his descendants and clansmen in the lesser world. Are those supposed to be virtuous monks?!"
"I never imagined the Sky-Supporting High Priest could be so ruthless, disregarding whether his friends, family, and descendants in the lesser world lived or died. The Sky-Supporting Tribe's prospects don't look good!"
"What else could he do? Even if the Sky-Supporting High Priest gave up founding his kingdom, would those factions really keep their hands off the Pangu World?"
"After this calamity, all of Galan Temple's powerful experts have perished here. Its destruction probably isn't far off! A first-rate faction with a legacy of ten thousand years, driven into a dead end just like that. Why did they bother?"
The Nine-Dragon Imperial Carriage's procession continued along the avenue. All manner of discussions and sighs rose and fell, opinions flying in every direction, but none of them could affect the Sky-Supporting Tribe's slowly advancing procession.
"Ancestor!"
"King!"
Just as the Nine-Dragon Imperial