"Lord Tian Yang has slain one Demon Emperor, severely injured another, and subdued the endless Demon Sea. Could it be that the legacy left to him by future generations is actually sin?!!"
His roar soared toward the heavens like the sound of gold and stone exploding in countless silent ages, plunging all the murmurs into silence, not a crow or sparrow dared to chirp.
Above the clouds, the eyes of the Seven Emperors were downcast, gazing at the old man with disheveled hair and snow-white long hair flying wildly. The light obscured their faces, revealing no expression.
"Demon Emperor Slayer? Is he talking about that Sinful Immortal Emperor?"
"How could it be? Wasn't it said that he was on the run?"
"The events of that year were clear that year, who knows now, maybe he failed to escape and was forced to fight the Ancient Demon."
"These things, your great-grandfather might know a bit, but his venerable old self has long passed away."
