The air on the outskirts of Qinling seemed to have solidified, so thick it was suffocating.
The auras of twenty Ancestor Kings hung like a canopy over the sky, pressing the mountains low. Merely standing there, they made every living being present feel insignificant.
Slaying the Origin Emperor's descendant!
Coveting an Ancient Emperor Weapon!
Suppressing the Yuan Emperor Gourd?!
Any one of these was enough to shake the Big Dipper and unleash a bloodbath that reached the heavens, yet now all of them converged on Jiang Zhu alone!
This was no longer poking a hole in the heavens-he had overturned the heavens themselves!
Huang Xudao, Huo Qizi, the Golden Heavenly Maiden, and the other children of Ancient Emperors wore expressions of astonishment as well. The rest of the ancient races had already erupted into an uproar.
"Kill him! Tear out his Primordial Spirit and burn it as a sky lantern!"
"Take back the imperial weapon! Drown the Human Clan in blood!"
"Make his fleshly body kneel at the Ancestor Kings' feet and repent!"
Low roars brimming with murderous intent echoed through the ancient races' camp.
In their eyes, however strong Jiang Zhu was, he was only a sturdy ant, destined to turn to ash before a true dragon.
"On the Emperor Road, contenders leave life and death to fate. He was only an eighth-generation descendant of the Origin Emperor. He's dead, so he's dead. What's the big deal?"
Jiang Zhu's voice was calm, without the slightest ripple, as though he were stating something utterly trivial.
"Slaughtering an Ancient Emperor's descendant is a towering sin. Even ten deaths cannot atone for it! A lowly human like you dares dream of clinging to life?" an Ancestor King sneered, his gaze sharp.
"Do you really think you mete out punishment on heaven's behalf?