Space congealed, and time stood still.
The standoff between the two sides froze everything. All Living Beings across the Eight Domains could see it.
That let them breathe a sigh of relief.
They recognized Meng Chuan and his companions. Two years ago, when the Giants of the Upper Realm descended, this same group had stepped forward and fought with all their might, ultimately ending that crisis.
Today, the same group had stepped forward again.
They deserved to be called Heroes.
"The Heavenly Desolate Halberd. Kunpeng's Son. Kunpeng's wretched spawn, just as I thought," the Supreme of Immortal Hall said. His words rang with the power of the Dao, striking at the heart.
"Instead of hiding somewhere and clinging to your miserable life, you dare show yourself. It seems Kunpeng's lingering poison must be uprooted today."
"That would be good for the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, too. The world would be a little cleaner."
Kunpeng's Son's face turned icy. Killing intent rose from the Heavenly Desolate Halberd, surging without end.
"Back then, Kunpeng slaughtered the powerful Cultivators of the Three Thousand Dao Provinces, leaving their Cultivation world bereft of experts and its great lineages in ruins."
"Now her descendant and weapon have appeared. They will surely bring disaster upon the world."
"I do not claim to equal my Immortal ancestor, but today, I can do what he once did."
"And restore peace to the world."
Every word the Supreme of Immortal Hall spoke was cold and devoid of feeling.
"Bullshit!"
Kunpeng's Son could no longer hold back. He opened his mouth and cursed.
"You old bastard. You've lived all those years without getting any better at Cultivation, but you've mastered the art of turning black into white and twisting the truth."
Kunpeng's Son was shaking with anger. "If my mother