Finally willing to speak? Not allowed to interfere? Jian Shang sneered inwardly!
Boom, boom, boom!
In the space of a few sentences, three explosions rang out. Three dazzling clusters of starlight bloomed in midair like blazing suns, while the Purgatory Ancestor was battered this way and that. His heaven-defying aura weakened considerably, and the state in which he merged with heaven and earth, resembling heaven's own might, was shattered.
"Let's see how many you can take..."
Jian Shang spoke calmly, almost lazily. With a sweep of his hand, the six stars originally hurtling toward the old man and the Corpse God changed course, striking at the Purgatory Ancestor from both sides!
Disregard!
Utter, naked disregard!
The Huan Emperor paid no attention whatsoever to the self-righteous Old Immortal Nanhua. He could not even be bothered to spare him a glance.
Old Immortal Nanhua's expression froze. His sage-like bearing turned forbidding, and his eyes stared straight at Jian Shang, sharp as swords and brimming with murderous intent.
"Why aren't you making a move?! Unless this vile spawn is eliminated, our great undertaking will never succeed and the world will never know peace! Sooner or later, nurturing this tiger will bring disaster!"
Faced with six stars converging on him, the Purgatory Ancestor was terrified. He roared in alarm and frustration, though his movements never slowed. He unleashed six consecutive slashes of the Death God's Scythe, and his figure flickered, becoming a phantom half-submerged in space...
Explosions rang out in succession. The six slashes of the Death God's Scythe weakened the stars considerably, but could not disperse them outright. The highly condensed stellar power continued hurtling toward the Purgatory Ancestor from six directions!
Furious and frightened, the Purgatory Ancestor glanced at the surrounding void as his figure slowly faded...
Clang...
Just as the Purgatory