"Better to offend the gods of ten thousand ages than offend the Undying Night Emperor."
"This truth…"
"Have you carved it into your mind?"
Ye Xuan's mild words, paired with Han Yanbing incessantly vomiting blood, his eyes rolling white, made everyone's scalps crawl.
An Emperor General who loved to skewer others with his spear was now hoisted up by his own Blood Tears Spear.
Karmic cycles.
Retribution unfailing.
"My lord!"
Upon seeing that scene.
The people of the Gun Sect Divine Hall could no longer hold back; one after another, they charged forward, throwing their lives away, trying to save Han Yanbing.
Even though they knew full well that rushing up meant death.
For Han Yanbing to have come this far, to have so many loyal followers around him, naturally he had qualities that set him above others.
Of course.
None of that could change anything.
"Courting death."
In the distance, Kuang Nu lightly waved his hand.
