"What did you say?" Duan Yunya glared at the Jiang Yuan before him, his furious gaze enough to set heaven and earth ablaze.
Jiang Yuan's heart shuddered; although he knew that Duan Yunya wouldn't actually do anything to him, the pressure emanating from Duan Yunya still caused his heart to tremble incessantly.
This was the intimidation of the generating gods Realm—when would he himself possess such pressure from the generating gods Realm? Then, he would no longer have to consider Duan Yunya, let alone anyone else.
Forcing himself to suppress his agitation, Jiang Yuan said with a deep voice, "Ancestor, that Zheng Ming is now nothing but a duck ready to be served, stubborn to the end."
"But since he insists that he can defeat the Nine-eyed Demon Emperor, we have less of an excuse to force him to hand over the Sky-supporting Divine Pillar."
"Therefore, for the legacy left by our ancestors, there is only one path before us now."