"He's only one man! If we all rush him with the forbidden artifacts our elders gave us, he won't get away!"
No one knew where that voice came from, but it immediately drew everyone's attention.
Cold sweat ran down the cultivator's forehead. Facing the gazes around him, laden with incomparably complicated emotions, he stammered:
"I... I was just... just making a suggestion."
"Don't be shy. You go first, and we'll attack with you. As long as there's an opening, we're sure to accomplish something!"
Another True Self Realm prodigy standing nearby patted his shoulder.
"No, no... I was only offering an opinion..."
"Go."
"I..."
"Hurry up." The other man gripped the cultivator's shoulder hard.
The other party had long since become the de facto winner of Immortal Ancient. Coupled with his arrangements within Immortal Ancient, its prolonged lack of further activity, and the curses the prodigies had hurled earlier, there was already enough to make deductions about him.
Now the truth had been revealed, yet it was profoundly ironic. He had disguised himself as the judge and scored everyone. Just thinking about it now made their blood pressure rise.
Then Chen Yao casually shattered it with a slap.
However, the Sword Embryo of Luo in Shi Hao's hand gave off a certain resonance. Wen Xing caught traces of it and came to a sudden realization.
Because Chen Yao had risen in a single lifetime and stood above all the ancient freaks on the Record Stele, he had naturally made plenty of inquiries. As it happened, a witch interested in communicating with him, someone from above the heavens, had come calling, so he had learned a great deal.
He had no interest in the specific grudges and entanglements between those fellows. He only knew that they broadly belonged to the same