When Prince Jue'e saw the old man, he was utterly fearless. "Wang Sanchi, I never expected you to have stepped into the Divine Emperor Realm!"
"Jue'e, you killed the bloodline of my royal family. Today, I will slaughter you!"
Ancestor Wang Sanchi bellowed as his withered palm struck down through the air toward the crowd below.
In an instant, a pitch-black palm print descended from the heavens like an enormous canopy, ruthlessly blasting toward them.
With a single palm strike, the heavens seemed ready to collapse and the earth to sink. If this palm landed upon them, not to mention Divine Venerables, even Divine Kings would die in droves.
Yet before that black palm print could descend, it shattered in midair. A cold voice carried through the void.
"Wang Sanchi, a dignified Divine Emperor actually attacks Divine Kings and Divine Venerables. Do you truly think there are no Divine Emperors in my Undead Royal Family?"
Hearing the voice, everyone let out a deep breath.
"Jue Wuzun, your Undead Royal Family wishes to destroy my Lost Soul Clan. My Lost Soul Clan will fight to the bitter end. At worst, both sides will perish together. When the Heavenly Court attacks us then, we can all wait for death together!"
Wang Sanchi said coldly.
"Why should both sides perish together? Why should it not be your Lost Soul Clan submitting to my Undead Royal Family?"
That cold voice rang out.
"Hmph, then wait for your attack. My Lost Soul Clan stands united as one. Let us see how you will destroy the Lost Soul Clan!"
With a loud shout, Wang Sanchi swept his sleeve, and a Spatial Rift once more tore through the void. He vanished along with it.
"Jue'e, continue onward. I will go meet Wang Sanchi!"
After Jue Wuzun spoke,