Jun Xiaoyao's words were resounding, shaking the eight directions.
Many Celestial Prides turned pale, experiencing Jun Xiaoyao's dominance for the first time.
It was an overwhelming arrogance above all beings in the Nine Heavens.
He simply didn't care, nor was he afraid of the world's cold eyes and slander.
For a moment, it was as if all sound had been stripped away.
So quiet that a pin could be heard dropping.
Jun Xiaoyao waved his large sleeve, his gaze contemptuous, looking at Cai Song, who trembled like a lamb.
"A bunch of scoundrel brats relying on the fame of their ancestors, not worth grieving over their deaths!"
In terms of heroes, these Gatekeepers' ancestors were indeed worthy of respect.
But don't forget, wasn't Jun Xiaoyao's father, Jun Wuhui, a hero too?
That being said, Jun Xiaoyao is also the descendant of heroes.
That's precisely why Jun Xiaoyao despises the actions of Cai Song and his ilk even more.
To kill them, Jun Xiaoyao feels no burden at all.
