The Fall of an Ancient God

You said that exact thing over a thousand years ago, didn't you? We're remembering right, aren't we?

Heavenly Emperor, you said it when you fought that Great Perfection Saint Spirit too, didn't you?

And you used just one hand back then, didn't you?

Now you were saying it again to the Undying Heavenly Emperor?

You'd been beating the Undying Heavenly Emperor senseless from the start. He already had several holes in him, and you still called him one of the top three of the Eternal Ages.

Two of the top three of the Eternal Ages: you'd smashed one flat with a single hand, and you were about to smash this one flat too.

Three minus one, minus one.

Weren't you openly declaring yourself number one of the Eternal Ages?!!

The Quasi-Emperors, the Forbidden Zone Supremes, the Great Accomplishment Sacred Body in the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land, and a certain supreme among emperors hiding beyond the world who wished to remain anonymous all felt thoroughly done in. Even the Desolate Antiquity Empress's face, unchanged for ten thousand years, gained the faintest curve.

Perhaps there was a reason none of us could become an expert like the Heavenly Emperor...

"Thick-skinned!" a Quasi-Emperor muttered under her breath. Who else could it be but Tiger Girl?

Everyone around her kept a solemn face. No one dared agree with Ji Lianxing.

The Undying Heavenly Emperor froze. He remembered where he had heard those familiar words before, and unmistakable anger appeared on his face.

Was Meng Chuan putting him on the same level as a Great Perfection Saint Spirit he could have killed with a turn of his palm?

A Saint Spirit might endure it, but the Heavenly Sovereign would not!

"How dare Dao Shi insult me so!" the Undying Heavenly Emperor roared, unleashing the Supreme