The other two Chi Clan beings let out low chuckles. Clearly, after the Immortal Realm Cataclysm, the number of living beings in their clan's hunting ground had greatly dwindled. Some promising blood-food had even fled far away amid the catastrophe.
Now that another batch of myriad spirits had arrived, they would neatly make up the shortfall...
If their reputation grew too fearsome, they truly would not be able to wait for new prey.
The Chi Clan.
An Overlord Clan of the Cosmic Sea, an ancient Overlord Clan that had swept through the Myriad Races of the Cosmic Sea during the Myriad Spirits Battle Royale. Since the Heaven-Opening Era, they had taken battle as their faith, forged their souls in blood; the words fear and retreat simply did not exist in their bones.
To them, the strong were not objects of reverence, but targets to conquer. If there was no enemy, they would fight to the death. If there was an enemy, they would stain the skies with blood.
Just then, amid the silence, a voice like rolling thunder shook and cracked the wilderness. "I wonder what exactly you three, Your Excellencies... are chattering about?"
The tone was calm. The voice emerged from the thick dust and smoke, like a breeze brushing one's face, yet it abruptly tightened the air.
The expressions of the three Chi Clan Giant Spirits, each ten thousand zhang tall, hardened. Their pupils suddenly contracted in instinctive vigilance. Their necks slowly turned stiffly as they stared fixedly at the dust gradually dispersing. He was not dead?!
A slender figure slowly walked out.
He was a blue robe man, his steps unhurried, his expression composed.
His attire echoed the landscape mystic diagram of the Five Elements Sect's Ninety-Nine Ring Mountains, as though he wore mountains and rivers upon