“Yu Liuchen!” said a cold voice. It was solemn and filled with killing intent, and it came from the god of the Northfate Kings. But that was it.0

Without the sword stuck in hīs chest, Yu Liuchen’s cultivation base now had nothing impeding it. And countless years in the past, hē had reached Altar God. Although a species as powerful as the Northfate Kings wouldn’t necessarily fear an Altar God, they wouldn’t want to offend one unless there were absolutely no other options. That was especially true of an Altar God who hadn’t yet decided which species in Revered Ancient to accept faith from.1

Therefore, all Tempest could do was accept what had just happened. That was very thought-provoking to all the other parties involved.1

The Grand Emperor hovered in midair, holding the sword projection as he looked around. Wherever he looked, the air vibrated, and the gods retreated, not daring to face him. The powerful streams of divine will from various species backed away.0

Everyone thought that Grand Emperor Swordsage was on his last legs. But what had just played out turned that around. And now, no one wanted to risk their life to get more information. After all, no one had any idea...2