Not only were the Yun Clan members beside themselves with rage, but Jiang Shouzhuo's beard and hair bristled as well. His voice rolled like thunder. "Your Ji Clan Ancestral Land and the foundations of your countless generations are in Heavenly Origin too! Once an Immortal Emperor unleashes his wrath, the world barrier will collapse and the ancestral vein will snap. Not one of your descendants will survive! You mean to drag everyone down to die with you!"
"You've utterly lost your minds!"
Powerful figures from every quarter shouted furious denunciations. Some had already begun unleashing their last-resort killing moves against the barrier, their outcry rising wave after wave.
Yet Ji Shouhui merely stood there smiling, leaning on his blood staff, that nauseating sneer still curling his lips. The curses filling the hall left him unmoved, as though he were watching a swarm of ants raging helplessly.
"Heh heh heh!"
Just then, an even more hair-raising laugh abruptly rang out from the blood mist behind him.
The voice was neither male nor female, neither dark nor bright, as though two different tones had been forcibly kneaded together-or countless tiny insects were screeching at once. Merely hearing it made their divine souls tighten.
A broken figure, half his body already corroded beyond recognition by the bloody haze, slowly raised his head. Two eerie points of blood-red light flickered dimly in his eye sockets.
"Heavenly Origin should have belonged to our God Clan long ago."
"Above all heavens, the birth and death of every world should follow our divine will."
He cackled, the laughter echoing over the blood-red Sacrificial Altar, making everyone want to cover their ears.
"If this former emperor shatters the world in his fury, wouldn't that suit our divine will perfectly? Then the world barrier will crumble, the ancestral vein