"The Heaven and Earth Laws of the Seven Divine Realms are the power of the Heavenly Dao, omnipresent and not something just anyone can isolate. You are too naive."
"The power that maintains order—is it something you can control?"
Xuan Mu gently shook his head.
Sheng Ying continued, "Bing Wuqing, a war would not benefit us at all. Instead of fighting to mutual destruction, why not prepare well for the journey to the Holy Realm?"
"Mutual destruction? Just the four of you? Ridiculous!" Feng Tianxiang roared angrily, his face twisted and terrifying.
Bing Wuqing's old face was sinister, full of blood vessels, and bulging blue veins, as if an overwhelming killing intent was about to break through the sky.
The old faces of Huoyuan, Mu Qianhe, and others were so grim they could almost drip water. Their fists were clenched tightly, nails digging into their flesh without feeling.
