The Golden-Winged Roc Emperor stared at Jiang Yun. His words were cold as frost, cutting like a bitter wind across the ancient Mythic Battlefield.
"I have endured for three million years and unleashed turmoil more than four times. I have existed through the ages, born to stand above all others. The myriad beings of the universe are nothing but sustenance to us. Only those who have transcended as we have are our kind. Why let the myriad beings drive a wedge between us?"
He seemed to have stepped from the depths of the Dark Universe, magnificent and imposing. His golden hair flew wildly, dyeing the light around him gold. Radiance stretching hundreds of millions of feet lit the entire battlefield like dawn.
For an instant, the whole universe seemed to lose its color. Only he remained, as though cast from gold, radiating a strange, bewitching power. The sobs and wails of countless beings clung to him.
This is bad!
Several Supremes felt a jolt of alarm. The Roc Emperor was far too blunt. Even if he thought that way, he could not say it before Jiang Yun.
Jiang Yun was, after all, still the Heavenly Emperor who ruled the present age. He had reigned for less than a century and remained bound to the mortal world in countless ways. He certainly had not reached the state of mind to cast everything aside.
The Roc Emperor had grown too accustomed to being domineering and brutal. What a fool!
"You're even more arrogant and overbearing than an old acquaintance of mine. Die!"
Jiang Yun's gaze was cold enough to pierce bone, yet his heart was utterly calm amid the battlefield's turmoil. It was time to end everything here.
His resolve settled. His fist followed his gaze, free of grief or joy and