"I've invited you all here today to discuss the future of the Martial Path—where it should go from here."
He didn't beat around the bush, getting straight to the point.
No sooner had he spoken than a low growl, barely suppressing anger, came from the left:
"Where should it go? Whatever Jun Huang Martial Ancestor can do, we can do too. It's nothing but a bloody battle!"
The one who spoke was Ji Tianya. His figure was as towering as a mountain, his bare chest and arms covered in knotted muscles and fierce scars. The boiling blood around him was like molten lava, slightly distorting the air.
He had evidently just returned from a fierce battle, his fighting spirit unquelled, his eyes bloodshot, almost unable to restrain his killing urge:
"The Immortal Path is now also gravely wounded. We might as well charge directly into the Great Immortal Realm, tear down their Immortal Alliance homeland, raze it to the ground, and decide the fate with one battle."
