After stabilizing the injuries throughout his body, Mu Bai shot up from the ground, enormous golden wings flickering behind him, and hovered beside the fierce battle between Qian Fengming and Lu Changlin. Had he returned to more than twenty thousand years ago, Mu Bai could have seen Ancestor Hai Ze, the Human-Beast Great Dao Supreme, leading the myriad races of the Origin Realm against the Immortal Race of the Immortal Realm in just such a posture.
"What, you want to give this old dog another stab too?"
Seeing Mu Bai stop before them with such imposing momentum, Qian Fengming could not help being startled. Lu Changlin had witnessed Mu Bai's methods and had no idea what trouble this damned brat who refused to die was going to stir up now.
"Both of you, stop. Turmoil is rising again in the Origin Realm. Rather than brothers fighting within their own walls, we should resist humiliation from outside."
He spoke calmly, but to Qian Fengming and Lu Changlin, those words were a thunderclap from a clear sky. How could either of them be unaware of the calamity the entire Origin Realm was about to face?
Indeed, compared with the survival of the entire Origin Realm, what did their lifetime of grudges amount to? Qian Fengming had opposed the Qianyuan Sacred Land serving that so-called Emperor's Son from the Immortal Realm in the first place, while Lu Changlin had bitterly cursed them as lackeys.
In their eyes, even a mere stripling knew to stand together against outside humiliation, yet they had lived over a thousand years and were still fighting and killing over personal grudges. At this thought, both men could not help blushing and slowly stopped fighting.
"Boy, do you know what you're saying? You must have considerable ties to the Immortal