Xu Yuan had never faced the Old Gods beneath the Ninefold Nether.
He did not understand them.
He did not know how to fight them.
So
at this moment, he needed to talk tough.
From the moment he opened his mouth,
every move, every word, every decision had to cast aside all Rule and serve one purpose: defeating them!
Sure enough.
The transformed Xu Chengan heard him out, looking utterly unimpressed. He said:
"We are all here. We all heard what you said. But we can make one thing clear to you—one thing that will drive you to despair. No Juvenile Species has ever challenged three or more Mature Immortal Species and emerged victorious."
"The nine of us have lived very different lives, but none of us has ever seen such a thing."
"You talk so wildly because you've seen too little of the world."
"Prepare to die."
Xu Yuan's expression shifted.
So that was how they saw it?
Fair enough. Nine Old Gods, each with who knew how many dazzling abilities, against one Juvenile Species? It would be child's play.
They had only one weakness: that!
Faintly glowing text sprang up before his eyes:
"You have abandoned 'Peerless Hero Battle.'"
"You have abandoned 'Path of the Blood Saint.'"
"You have severed all ties with the past."
The three lines remained motionless.
It was time to go.
One last—
Xu Yuan did not look at the wretched state of his other selves. Instead, he stared at Xu Chengan, possessed by the Old Gods, raised his middle finger, and smiled. "Your Gaze, Whisper, and Dimensions are incredibly powerful, but—"
"They must cost a lot of Life Force, don't they?"
"How much longer can you keep going?"
"Once you've exhausted your strength, I'll scatter the dust of your graves and drain every