On the sixth level of Mount Buzhou, within the towering, majestic Divine Emperor Palace, Huang Tianyan stood before its main hall, Lingxu Hall, his expression dark and ugly to the extreme.
His gaze pierced two layers of clouds and crossed thousands of miles to the sky above the Grayblood Tribe, fixing on the figure who, alone with his saber, held three million Giant Spirits beneath his might.
"Arrogant! Insolent!"
Huang Tianyan clenched his hands tightly. The muscles throughout his body tensed and knotted, and flames spewed from every pore. The red fires gathered into a towering pillar that surged ten thousand feet into the air.
His presence was staggering, his divine might boundless!
Even Huang Tianyan's eyes seemed about to spit flames and burn Chu Xisheng to ashes.
Behind him, however, dozens of Giant Spirit ministers were panicking.
"Your Majesty, you must not!"
"That human is clearly doing this deliberately to provoke Your Majesty! How could you fall into his wicked trap?"
"Precisely! If you truly go out to fight, you will be playing straight into his hands!"
"This boy is cunning and treacherous to the extreme! Your Majesty is the foremost expert among our hundred Giant Spirit clans. Your own combat strength rivals that of an upper-level demigod, and with your bloodline secret arts, you can contend with a Near-God.
"Anywhere else, Your Majesty could easily kill Chu Xisheng and suppress him. But here, at the foot of the mountain, his combat strength is enough to make even an Eternity God give him a wide berth-"
"Your Majesty's person is worth ten thousand pieces of gold, your dignity that of a sovereign of ten thousand chariots. How could you rashly place yourself in danger?"
"The Divine-Intent Death-Touching Saber grows stronger the more enemies it faces! He has also mastered