The Saint Emperor Continent, which hadn't experienced war for countless eras, was now completely engulfed in flames of war.
The world was collapsing, destruction was unfolding.
Yet, facing the Divine Martial Emperor, they lacked the power to resist.
"Shenwu, you're too presumptuous!"
Sikong Tu shouted sternly, "You intend to destroy our Saint Emperor Continent? Don't you think your actions are too insane? For countless eras, our Saint Emperor Continent has endured. Do you think we rely solely on the Saint Emperor? We have our own powerful heritage; don't push us!"
"Bring out whatever heritage you have, all of it; I await eagerly."
Chu Yuan's words were still overwhelmingly dominant.
At this moment, seven figures stood out, with Origin Gods behind each of them; these seven were all of the supreme ninth realm, their power striking the heavens to oppose Chu Yuan.
