Ben Bo'Erba was very pleased with his actions.
'The Grand Grades of this era... are just too weak,' he thought. 'The slaughter techniques they know and have mastered are inferior to even the Earth Immortals of the Ancient Years. They have power but no technique. I can suppress them with a single hand.'
'A mighty Grand Grade, yet he's still using the Five Thunders True Method... How laughable.'
He was even more pleased with his performance. 'In any case, my words won't reach the ears of *those* few. The Sandalwood Merit Buddha won't know, Lord Great Sage won't know, and the Immortal Mother and Demon Ancestor won't know either...'
From seventy thousand years ago until now, he had never felt so satisfied. He was high above, looking down on all living beings, as if he were the highest of Immortals and Buddhas who controlled and judged all, as if... he were the Celestial Emperor.
Until that shout.
"Ben Bo'Erba!"
