Sixty-five Divine Level civilizations, hundreds of millions of powerful beings.
Their aura is as deep as an abyss, vast and boundless, terrifying to the extreme.
"Bird people? Could it be that the Lord of Jiu Yan Cosmic Kingdom has come personally?"
Ying Yue calmly gazed at the figure with golden wings on his back, wearing a platinum crown, eyes filled with murderous intent, an unfathomable powerhouse, and said indifferently.
"Indeed! I am truly the Lord of Jiu Yan Cosmic Kingdom — Jiu Yan!"
Lord Jiu Yan's eyes were icy cold: "Ten thousand years ago, you destroyed our kingdom's second largest clan, the Jiu Meng Clan, and killed this emperor's crown prince, treating my Jiu Yan Cosmic Kingdom as worthless. It's absolutely hateful. Today, this emperor will seek justice for the fallen Jiu Meng Clan and my poor prince!"
"Justice? Hahaha!"
