"Everyone! You all came to Mount Hua for a discourse on the Dao, correct?"
Xu Tong opened with a pointless remark.
"Of course. Otherwise, how could that old dog Minghe bear to leave that cesspit of his?"
Zhen Yuanzi had been sitting on a boulder at the summit of Mount Hua from the very beginning, never moving an inch.
This time, however, he spoke with biting sarcasm.
"Didn't you, Zhen Yuanzi, come crawling out of your patch of mud too?"
Ancestor Minghe's expression was cold and sinister. Though he looked like a youth, a dense air of slaughter lay between his brows!
He was the founder of the Asura Clan. Across the entire Primordial World, aside from Xu Tong in his capacity as Daoist Tongtian...
He ranked first in slaughter among those at the same cultivation stage!
An ordinary immortal who so much as glanced at him might be infected by the bloody aura he unconsciously emitted!
They would eventually become tainted with blood fiend energy and fall into the Blood Sea. After struggling bitterly for a hundred years, they would become a new member of the Asura Race!
"Hmph! Don't leave afterward. We'll settle our accounts!"
Zhen Yuanzi challenged him to a fight.
Back during the Lich-Wizard Tribulation, Zhen Yuanzi's dearest friend, Daoist Hongyun, had been surrounded and attacked by Minghe, Kunpeng, and the Demon Tribe's two great emperors.
He had died on the spot!
Had Hongyun not already heard Old Ancestor Hongjun's second discourse and broken through to the early quasi-sage stage back then...
He would never have managed to escape the river of time!
He had become one of the Human Race's Three Sovereigns!
Emperor Xuanyuan!
But that enmity between Zhen Yuanzi, Minghe, and Kunpeng had been cemented ever since!
"Before coming here, I grasped a profound