"Light Saint King, so many years have passed.
The growth of a humble monk is but a natural thing.
It's just that my Sun Moon Sect stands alongside the heavens like the sun and moon, while your Sun Palace has been declining over the years.
The ebb and flow of power means it's the time for us to overthrow you," the Sumeru Laughing Monk said with a smile.
He was like a laughing Buddha, always wearing a smile no matter what he said or did.
"Sumeru, you're quite arrogant," among the ten great saints of the Sun Palace.
The powerful Void Great Saint stepped forward.
Snorted coldly, "Have you forgotten how your Sun Moon Sect was driven like a stray dog and fled from the Sun Palace?"
"Void, those are old stories.
In this era of changes and renewal, it's time for you to step down," another voice came from the vortex.
A middle-aged man, bearing a curved blade and surrounded by a sea-like blade prison, slowly emerged.
His eyes were sharp.
Like two sharp blades.
