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Other than Yan Renhuo who was still on the fence for this masked man's identity, every single one of the Experts drew their weapons at Wang Ling. Blades were pointed and killing intent showered every fiber of his being, yet the one in danger was never him.
A Devil Emperor, Chang Ping, and Butler Sun did not simply sit idly by. They too move, holding their own weapons and bearing down their teeth on the members of the Congregation through their intents alone.
"Do not act rashly now, okay?" Butler Sun stated with a smile as he stood behind Wang Ling. He did not hold his spear, only the blade that was his grin. He too was affected by Wang Ling's harsh words for he did not expect him to be so direct. However, he decided to stand behind Wang Ling despite it all, not because he was the All-Father or the First Young Master, but because he was correct.
The Experts, however, refused to listen, "He mocked us! The Warriors who fight for the living! Our Ancestors!" Wang Lin did not even hesitate to shout at Butler Sun.
The current state of the Universe was not good. They get pushed back ever so little every time the living and the Abyssal Demons clash. They lose warriors every time they do so. But they fight on in order for them to sustain the life that beats in the Cosmos.
Chang Ping could see the pain, the regret, and the denial in each and every single Apex Expert present. They wish to take Wang Ling's head, but they could… they did not want to, but there was a tempting, ever so slowly, a sword gets nearer on his neck, "STOP! His words, maybe sharp, but it was no lie either… we the Ancestral Masters have failed the Univ—"
"No! You, Mother, and the other Ancestral Masters who are now crippled or too injured, or even those who destroyed their souls to heighten our chance for combat, are not at fault! You gave us the chance to live this long!" Tang Ai rebuked the words of her Mother.
Nothing was getting through them. They were determined in protecting, not their honor, but the ones before their time… they wish to protect those who had died and who are dying. They wish not to admit that the sacrifices given were useless.
These Experts may be at the peak of cultivation. If they wish to do something barely any Cultivator would be able to stop them. If they wish to get the head of Wang Ling whose strength at best could match a pinnacle Rank-7 cultivator, then they would be able to.
However, three beings stood before them and that desire. Three beings who walk their path stood beside Wang Ling, telling them to not be stupid. Two have tried to use words, and now… another wish to try.
"Lower your weapons," Kareem stated, holding a black spear while trying his best to hold back the rage from his heart. Blades, at the neck of the All-Father. A blasphemy demanding eternal damnation.
He wishes to reap their lives, one by one, delivering them to the depths of depression and despair, devouring the hope they have in their hearts by clouding their soul in darkness. But, he could not and so… he let out his anger through his intent.
The Entire City of Thousand Gods spans kilometers that reach several mountains. It was a giant City, spanning hundreds upon hundreds of kilometers. But, the moonlight suddenly disappeared, replaced by the darkness of the killing intent molded for billions of years. Gut-wrenching, suffocating… terrifying.
The collective killing intent and bloodlust of over forty peak experts was already a sight to behold. Butler Sun's bloodlust was what brought him to his current heights and Chang Ping's own intent was being enhanced due to Wang Ling's Blood Seeking Sword.
However, all of that combined could not even begin to scale before the being who appeared at the time when the majority of the Universe didn't even exist, when the concept of killing intent hadn't even revolved in the minds of the Primordial beings.
Unlike Butler Sun and Chang Ping, he did not hold any emotion that stopped him from letting out his true intent. They were not his student nor family, he was… first and foremost the son of the one they wish to kill.
Thus, the darkness of his intent devoured their souls, crushing even the tiniest bit of will they had to fight. This was the power of a being that survived every iteration of the cultivation path… this was one of the five only Devil emperors, this was Kareem.
When everyone felt that presence, the peak experts stayed in their hands. As for the ones on the Thousand Go City, everyone felt that they were on the verge of crossing to the other side. The power of the Devil Emperor ravaged the city, and this was him holding back the strength he had cultivated since the time of his birth.
[So that's a Devil Emperor? Impressive… even Grandmother who reached Godhood did not feel as strong… and I'm supposedly the one who gave birth to such a thing?] While his thoughts wandered, everyone got back on their seats, their eyes, still stuck at Wang Ling, however.
Looking at them, Wang Ling smiled in secret, [Every hope of goodwill disappeared just like that, huh. Even the younger generation seems to want to kill me now.] Wang Ling knew this would happen, but this amount of animosity was still surprising.
Yan Renhuo observed his calm demeanor, and she could indeed see the resemblance of the old friend she had lost in the past, [If he really is Wang Ling… then… what are his plans by doing this?]
Wang Ling noticed Yan Renhuo's gaze. He and she exchanged looks, and in that brief time, Yan Renhuo found nothing other than the fact that he, looked at her straight, without fear, without any hint of wanting to lie.
A seed that had been planted on her heart by Chang Ping began to blood. The seedling known as hope appeared thinking that if this man was indeed Wang Ling, then, his words mean something more than meets the eye… those words were not simply to mock them… and like how Wang Ling used to do when she could not understand something, she looked at him to ask a single question.
"Sir Ling Wudi, why did you say that?" Yan Renhuo's calm inquiry surprised everyone.
Wang Ling smiled underneath his masks before answering, "That's because… I want to let everyone know the truth that no one wants to admit. I want everyone to know that for the living to win against the dead, we have to admit that we are losing and finally wage a true war against the Abyssal Demons."
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Other than Yan Renhuo who was still on the fence for this masked man's identity, every single one of the Experts drew their weapons at Wang Ling. Blades were pointed and killing intent showered every fiber of his being, yet the one in danger was never him.
A Devil Emperor, Chang Ping, and Butler Sun did not simply sit idly by. They too move, holding their own weapons and bearing down their teeth on the members of the Congregation through their intents alone.
"Do not act rashly now, okay?" Butler Sun stated with a smile as he stood behind Wang Ling. He did not hold his spear, only the blade that was his grin. He too was affected by Wang Ling's harsh words for he did not expect him to be so direct. However, he decided to stand behind Wang Ling despite it all, not because he was the All-Father or the First Young Master, but because he was correct.
The Experts, however, refused to listen, "He mocked us! The Warriors who fight for the living! Our Ancestors!" Wang Lin did not even hesitate to shout at Butler Sun.
The current state of the Universe was not good. They get pushed back ever so little every time the living and the Abyssal Demons clash. They lose warriors every time they do so. But they fight on in order for them to sustain the life that beats in the Cosmos.
Chang Ping could see the pain, the regret, and the denial in each and every single Apex Expert present. They wish to take Wang Ling's head, but they could… they did not want to, but there was a tempting, ever so slowly, a sword gets nearer on his neck, "STOP! His words, maybe sharp, but it was no lie either… we the Ancestral Masters have failed the Univ—"
"No! You, Mother, and the other Ancestral Masters who are now crippled or too injured, or even those who destroyed their souls to heighten our chance for combat, are not at fault! You gave us the chance to live this long!" Tang Ai rebuked the words of her Mother.
Nothing was getting through them. They were determined in protecting, not their honor, but the ones before their time… they wish to protect those who had died and who are dying. They wish not to admit that the sacrifices given were useless.
These Experts may be at the peak of cultivation. If they wish to do something barely any Cultivator would be able to stop them. If they wish to get the head of Wang Ling whose strength at best could match a pinnacle Rank-7 cultivator, then they would be able to.
However, three beings stood before them and that desire. Three beings who walk their path stood beside Wang Ling, telling them to not be stupid. Two have tried to use words, and now… another wish to try.
"Lower your weapons," Kareem stated, holding a black spear while trying his best to hold back the rage from his heart. Blades, at the neck of the All-Father. A blasphemy demanding eternal damnation.
He wishes to reap their lives, one by one, delivering them to the depths of depression and despair, devouring the hope they have in their hearts by clouding their soul in darkness. But, he could not and so… he let out his anger through his intent.
The Entire City of Thousand Gods spans kilometers that reach several mountains. It was a giant City, spanning hundreds upon hundreds of kilometers. But, the moonlight suddenly disappeared, replaced by the darkness of the killing intent molded for billions of years. Gut-wrenching, suffocating… terrifying.
The collective killing intent and bloodlust of over forty peak experts was already a sight to behold. Butler Sun's bloodlust was what brought him to his current heights and Chang Ping's own intent was being enhanced due to Wang Ling's Blood Seeking Sword.
However, all of that combined could not even begin to scale before the being who appeared at the time when the majority of the Universe didn't even exist, when the concept of killing intent hadn't even revolved in the minds of the Primordial beings.
Unlike Butler Sun and Chang Ping, he did not hold any emotion that stopped him from letting out his true intent. They were not his student nor family, he was… first and foremost the son of the one they wish to kill.
Thus, the darkness of his intent devoured their souls, crushing even the tiniest bit of will they had to fight. This was the power of a being that survived every iteration of the cultivation path… this was one of the five only Devil emperors, this was Kareem.
When everyone felt that presence, the peak experts stayed in their hands. As for the ones on the Thousand Go City, everyone felt that they were on the verge of crossing to the other side. The power of the Devil Emperor ravaged the city, and this was him holding back the strength he had cultivated since the time of his birth.
[So that's a Devil Emperor? Impressive… even Grandmother who reached Godhood did not feel as strong… and I'm supposedly the one who gave birth to such a thing?] While his thoughts wandered, everyone got back on their seats, their eyes, still stuck at Wang Ling, however.
Looking at them, Wang Ling smiled in secret, [Every hope of goodwill disappeared just like that, huh. Even the younger generation seems to want to kill me now.] Wang Ling knew this would happen, but this amount of animosity was still surprising.
Yan Renhuo observed his calm demeanor, and she could indeed see the resemblance of the old friend she had lost in the past, [If he really is Wang Ling… then… what are his plans by doing this?]
Wang Ling noticed Yan Renhuo's gaze. He and she exchanged looks, and in that brief time, Yan Renhuo found nothing other than the fact that he, looked at her straight, without fear, without any hint of wanting to lie.
A seed that had been planted on her heart by Chang Ping began to blood. The seedling known as hope appeared thinking that if this man was indeed Wang Ling, then, his words mean something more than meets the eye… those words were not simply to mock them… and like how Wang Ling used to do when she could not understand something, she looked at him to ask a single question.
"Sir Ling Wudi, why did you say that?" Yan Renhuo's calm inquiry surprised everyone.
Wang Ling smiled underneath his masks before answering, "That's because… I want to let everyone know the truth that no one wants to admit. I want everyone to know that for the living to win against the dead, we have to admit that we are losing and finally wage a true war against the Abyssal Demons."
Other than Yan Renhuo who was still on the fence for this masked man's identity, every single one of the Experts drew their weapons at Wang Ling. Blades were pointed and killing intent showered every fiber of his being, yet the one in danger was never him. A Devil Emperor, Chang Ping, and Butler Sun did not simply sit idly by. They too move, holding their own weapons and bearing down their teeth on the members of the Congregation through their intents alone."Do not act rashly now, okay?" Butler Sun stated with a smile as he stood behind Wang Ling. He did not hold his spear, only the blade that was his grin. He too was affected by Wang Ling's harsh words for he did not expect him to be so direct. However, he decided to stand behind Wang Ling despite it all, not because he was the All-Father or the First Young Master, but because he was correct.The Experts, however, refused to listen, "He mocked us! The Warriors who fight for the living! Our Ancestors!" Wang Lin did not even hesitate to shout at Butler Sun.The current state of the Universe was not good. They get pushed back ever so little every time the living and the Abyssal Demons clash. They lose warriors every time they do so. But they fight on in order for them to sustain the life that beats in the Cosmos.Chang Ping could see the pain, the regret, and the denial in each and every single Apex Expert present. They wish to take Wang Ling's head, but they could they did not want to, but there was a tempting, ever so slowly, a sword gets nearer on his neck, "STOP! His words, maybe sharp, but it was no lie either we the Ancestral Masters have failed the Univ""No! You, Mother, and the other Ancestral Masters who are now crippled or too injured, or even those who destroyed their souls to heighten our chance for combat, are not at fault! You gave us the chance to live this long!" Tang Ai rebuked the words of her Mother.Nothing was getting through them. They were determined in protecting, not their honor, but the ones before their time they wish to protect those who had died and who are dying. They wish not to admit that the sacrifices given were useless.These Experts may be at the peak of cultivation. If they wish to do something barely any Cultivator would be able to stop them. If they wish to get the head of Wang Ling whose strength at best could match a pinnacle Rank-7 cultivator, then they would be able to. However, three beings stood before them and that desire. Three beings who walk their path stood beside Wang Ling, telling them to not be stupid. Two have tried to use words, and now another wish to try."Lower your weapons," Kareem stated, holding a black spear while trying his best to hold back the rage from his heart. Blades, at the neck of the All-Father. A blasphemy demanding eternal damnation.He wishes to reap their lives, one by one, delivering them to the depths of depression and despair, devouring the hope they have in their hearts by clouding their soul in darkness. But, he could not and so he let out his anger through his intent.The Entire City of Thousand Gods spans kilometers that reach several mountains. It was a giant City, spanning hundreds upon hundreds of kilometers. But, the moonlight suddenly disappeared, replaced by the darkness of the killing intent molded for billions of years. Gut-wrenching, suffocating terrifying.The collective killing intent and bloodlust of over forty peak experts was already a sight to behold. Butler Sun's bloodlust was what brought him to his current heights and Chang Ping's own intent was being enhanced due to Wang Ling's Blood Seeking Sword.However, all of that combined could not even begin to scale before the being who appeared at the time when the majority of the Universe didn't even exist, when the concept of killing intent hadn't even revolved in the minds of the Primordial beings.Unlike Butler Sun and Chang Ping, he did not hold any emotion that stopped him from letting out his true intent. They were not his student nor family, he was first and foremost the son of the one they wish to kill.Thus, the darkness of his intent devoured their souls, crushing even the tiniest bit of will they had to fight. This was the power of a being that survived every iteration of the cultivation path this was one of the five only Devil emperors, this was Kareem.When everyone felt that presence, the peak experts stayed in their hands. As for the ones on the Thousand Go City, everyone felt that they were on the verge of crossing to the other side. The power of the Devil Emperor ravaged the city, and this was him holding back the strength he had cultivated since the time of his birth.So that's a Devil Emperor? Impressive even Grandmother who reached Godhood did not feel as strong and I'm supposedly the one who gave birth to such a thing? While his thoughts wandered, everyone got back on their seats, their eyes, still stuck at Wang Ling, however.Looking at them, Wang Ling smiled in secret, Every hope of goodwill disappeared just like that, huh. Even the younger generation seems to want to kill me now. Wang Ling knew this would happen, but this amount of animosity was still surprising.Yan Renhuo observed his calm demeanor, and she could indeed see the resemblance of the old friend she had lost in the past, If he really is Wang Ling then what are his plans by doing this?Wang Ling noticed Yan Renhuo's gaze. He and she exchanged looks, and in that brief time, Yan Renhuo found nothing other than the fact that he, looked at her straight, without fear, without any hint of wanting to lie.A seed that had been planted on her heart by Chang Ping began to blood. The seedling known as hope appeared thinking that if this man was indeed Wang Ling, then, his words mean something more than meets the eye those words were not simply to mock them and like how Wang Ling used to do when she could not understand something, she looked at him to ask a single question."Sir Ling Wudi, why did you say that?" Yan Renhuo's calm inquiry surprised everyone.Wang Ling smiled underneath his masks before answering, "That's because I want to let everyone know the truth that no one wants to admit. I want everyone to know that for the living to win against the dead, we have to admit that we are losing and finally wage a true war against the Abyssal Demons."
