In the Celestial Martial Hall.
Jiang Chen's words echoed: "If Heaven will not have me, I will slay it! If the Earth will not have me, I will bury it!"
The mighty declaration thundered like rolling clouds and beat like a thousand war drums—a deafening roar that shook the heavens.
Jiang Chen's voice echoed across the skies above Martial Saint Mountain.
Every expert present paled at the sound of his words.
"What arrogance! Does he truly intend to challenge the Ten Great Dynasties all by himself?"
"He's courting death!"
"If this boy leaves here alive today, what will become of the Ten Great Dynasties' honor?"
The experts glared at Jiang Chen, their eyes brimming with murderous intent.
Even the lofty powerhouses, the Sect Masters of the Ten Great Sects, were no exception, their faces all masks of ice.
