Heaven's Pride Battlefield, atop the viewing platform.
Several ancestors were still taking turns mocking the Eighth Divine General.
Purple Clan Ancestor's old face was filled with gloating delight.
He stood with his hands behind his back, watching the Eighth Divine General's ashen face with the eyes of a cat toying with a mouse.
"Eighth Divine General, didn't you just say that the Heaven's Pride of us non-Celestial Court factions were inferior in skill?"
"But now, your Celestial Court's one hundred and thirty-seven peerless Heaven's Pride have been slaughtered clean within ten breaths!"
"What is this called? Is this called being inferior in skill?"
"No, this is called being inferior even to dogs!"
"Hahahaha!"
Blood Moon Ancestor immediately threw back his head and laughed loudly.
"Old Freak Purple, that's not right! How can you compare them to dogs?"
"Even dogs know that a pack can bite a fierce tiger to death. But look at these Heaven's Pride of the Celestial Court—one hundred and thirty-seven people, ten breaths!"
"They were slaughtered to the last man in ten breaths! They are plainly worse than dogs!"
"Old Ghost Blood Moon, your words have wronged them."
"Didn't the Eighth Divine General say it himself? The Eternal Battlefield is fraught with peril, and any Heaven's Pride who can make the rankings will naturally be targeted by stronger opponents."
"See? They got targeted!"
The ancestor of the Golden Clan also stepped forward, relentlessly fanning the flames.
"If their skills were inferior, who could they blame?"
"The Eighth Divine General said that with his own mouth! Now, his very words are returned to him!"
The three Fifth Epoch ancestors traded line after line, each sentence like a resounding slap viciously striking the Eighth Divine General across the face.
On the viewing platform, experts from countless factions burst into