Tens of thousands of years had passed, and apart from that one woman back then, no one had dared to provoke the Purple Gold Divine Clan like this.
A group of Divine Clan elders wore stern faces.
Standing quietly below was Emperor Tian, robed in white that outshone snow, his demeanor transcendent. He smiled. "Elders, there is no need for concern. I, Emperor Tian, will certainly slay Chen Pingping, using his blood to wash away the humiliation once suffered by the Purple Gold Divine Clan."
Even so, the senior members were still quite disgruntled.
Chen Pingping had repeatedly challenged them—setting traps, driving them to madness, slaughtering them. He had crossed the Purple Gold Divine Clan's line. Now, he was widely publicizing this battle, clearly intending to use public opinion to pressure the Divine Clan's leadership.
Emperor Tian could make a move, but they could not.
