A chilling silence.
The fury and murderous intent of the Emperor Realm Cultivator filled this part of the starry sky, making it incredibly oppressive.
"This has been a long-standing issue, accumulated over countless years. It's not something that can change overnight, so I won't say much."
"It's a fact that our abilities are lacking, and we must acknowledge it."
Emperor Yuanri sneered coldly, saying, "But being afraid of battle, fleeing during confrontation, is just incomprehensible. Haha, fleeing at the sight of the enemy... If the sages of the past saw this, they probably wouldn't believe it, right?"
"Is it true that we are their descendants?"
"Fleeing upon encountering the enemy, leading to collapse, is what defines the group that shouts that Immortal Sect Citizens are the most excellent race in the universe, representing the most advanced productivity in the cosmos."
"A bunch of trash."
The icy voice echoed.
In fact, such a combat outcome truly shouldn't be.
