They do not believe Fan Wubing can succeed.
But what if he really does succeed?
Could this strange guy possibly have even the slightest chance of achieving this?
Celestial Venerable Hou Long stood in the vast sky. His towering physique exuded explosive power wantonly.
With a voice like a roaring dragon and tiger, he addressed the surrounding Terminal Daoists lurking in the shadows,
"Do you all know what he is doing? Do you know what will happen if he succeeds?"
Even if he didn't say it, everyone understood that once the heavens were overthrown successfully, the world would be reshuffled.
However, no one took the initiative to speak out.
Beside him, Celestial Venerable Sui transmitted his voice to Celestial Venerable Hou Long,
"They're like wild grass, moving only when the wind blows."
Celestial Venerable Baiyu furrowed his brow,
"Are you truly going to stop Fan Wubing?"
Celestial Venerable Hou Long gazed at him coldly,
