"Hmph. This old man cultivated in seclusion in the mountains for a thousand years and has always had little to do with the disputes of the outside world. I only revealed myself this time because I accepted that Immortal Intent decree."
During a lull in his Dao debate and battle with the two, Chen Yang gradually showed displeasure. "Fellow Cultivators, one of you watched from the sidelines while the other obstructed me, preventing this old man from completing the decree. Now that Ten Thousand Corpses has taken the man from the Upper Realm away, you two still refuse to let this go. Do you truly intend to make an enemy of this old man?"
The duration of the True God Authority still had some time remaining, but his own divine power had already nearly run dry. He could only use the Lagging Light Divine Technique within a small area and could no longer display the extreme combat strength that had shocked the two of them before.
Thus, though Chen Yang's words seemed to be a warning to Dark Underworld Venerable and Qin Changsheng, they were in truth also meant to stabilize the situation.
Yet in the eyes of these two, his conduct happened to fit perfectly with the persona of a reclusive cultivator he had maintained all along, as well as the attitude and stance he had shown everyone.
As a mountain recluse, Chen Yang had already secluded himself from the world to cultivate for so many years. He had reached the pinnacle of accomplishment, and his combat strength even surpassed the supreme figures of the two Daos.
For someone like him, there was truly no need to ruin the seclusion he had maintained all this time just to contend for that small share of fortune.
The reason he had