"Cough, cough." Xu Zimo coughed softly twice.
Then he said, "I am the current Holy Son of the True Martial Sacred Sect. This time, I have come as its representative."
Although the True Martial Sacred Sect had indeed remained silent on this matter.
Thinking back to those days, True Martial Great Emperor, as a human, had also been the first Great Emperor among the Myriad Races.
He had ushered in the Era of Emperors. His merits and achievements undoubtedly made him one of the greatest Great Emperors.
Yet in that era when humanity was weak and declining, True Martial Great Emperor had also entered Heavenly Dao Academy to study its supreme divine arts, which had greatly aided his future accomplishments.
As the Holy Son of the True Martial Sacred Sect, Xu Zimo could not stand idly by no matter what.
Since he had come to Heavenly Dao Academy anyway, helping his own sect recover some of its prestige was no great matter.
He looked at Kuang Qianting in the sky and secretly shook his head.
What Seven Lives Madman? He was practically a Seven Lives God of Trash Talk.
Across the entire Yuanyang Continent, he had verbally ripped apart most of the Imperial Dynasty Immortal Sects.
Yet those people were in the wrong, so they could hardly step out and refute him.
Hearing Xu Zimo's words, Kuang Qianting froze for a moment before reacting.
He replied, "My apologies. I did not investigate thoroughly enough. The True Martial Sacred Sect does not count."
Seeing that Kuang Qianting was about to say more, several Imperial Dynasty Immortal Sects at the side could no longer sit still.
Nine Yang Loose Cultivator shouted coldly, "In this world, victors become kings and losers become bandits. What is the point of so much nonsense?"
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