"I must inform them that we can't just kill 100 Supreme Emperor realm cultivators every hundred years!"
"We also need to add 1,000 Daoyuan realm cultivators and 10,000 origin king realm cultivators to ensure that the Kunlun Mountains will never be able to turn the tables!"
The sage-like old man let out a long sigh and spat out another mouthful of blood. He was severely injured and his cultivation had fallen to the first level of the Supreme Emperor realm.
If his injuries were any more serious, he would have fallen below the Supreme Emperor realm entirely!
His gaze was ruthless. He waved his hand and set up a formation in the cave. He muttered to himself, "One and a half years. Just you wait, little b*stard. One and a half years from now will be your doom!"
"A year and a half later, I'll inform those lords and I'll have Ye Shitian's cultivation crippled, then I'll skin him alive to vent my anger!"
