"Legend has it that among all the generals under the Demon Ancestor, the most feared was the one who wielded the sword. Once, when the Demon Ancestor was surrounded by five Supreme Races, each bringing out their Rank 4 experts, he walked out with his sword and, with one slash, not only were they directly injured, but even their part of the Northern Cosmic Expanse was destroyed, with more than twelve thousand universes left in ruins."
An aged voice was heard as the crowd opened their mouths in shock.
"Old man, are you sure this legend is true?"
"Yes, old man. Twelve thousand universes is too much, plus seriously injuring five Rank 4 beings?"
"Old man, did you dream about this?"
The crowd burst into laughter as the old man's beard trembled.
He snorted as he spoke.
