The young man's nonchalant words fell into the ears of everyone, yet they were more deafening than the roar of the Heavenly Dao.
Before setting off, the Great Freedom Snow Mountain Bodhisattva even suspected that this young cultivator might be arranged by one of their sect hierarchs, completely not daring to think in another direction.
After all, this answer was simply too terrifying.
Once the chief disciple of the Three Immortals Sect, future leader of the Twelve Golden Immortals, just a step away from overpowering both sects and ascending to the position of Immortal Emperor, becoming the master of the red dust.
Putting aside grievances, even those on opposing sides only felt rage towards his ways, never once questioning his talent and strength.
This kind of world-shaking genius arose from the dying Divine Dynasty.
Could there be anything more absurd in the world?
