"You deserve to die!!!"
The Heavenly Evil True Monarch's voice was as cold as ice, like millennia-old glacial ice.
Merely the breath revealed in his words was enough to freeze heaven and earth.
Some cultivators with weaker cultivations were even frozen to death on the spot by the breath he exhaled as he spoke.
Though the Heavenly Evil True Monarch's words were chilly, many Earth Immortals could feel the rage stemming from embarrassment burning in his heart.
In fact.
Changsun Hua was indeed seething with anger, his hatred for Chen Yuan profound.
He had endured thousands of years of dull slumber, just to wait for the imminent Immortal Fate.
In the final five hundred years, he cultivated numerous puppets, expending a great deal of effort, just so these puppets could compete for the Immortal Fate on his behalf when the time came.
Previously, Chen Yuan had speculated that Changsun Hua must have controlled half of the strong cultivators within the eight sects.