The male protagonist's feelings towards the prominent sects of the Cultivation Realm plummeted to the extreme.
Initially, he thought these sects were heroes resisting the oppression of the Great Xia Zhao Clan.
Now it seems, they are just a bunch of vile, self-serving scoundrels!
"They all deserve to die!" The male protagonist's face turned ashen.
The Sage of Time thought the male protagonist was referring to the Ancient Race and nodded in agreement.
"Indeed, they deserve to die!"
"We've endured so many hardships and expended so much manpower, only to barely achieve what we have now!"
"Those despicable creatures even want to take everything away from us, and dare to compare us exalted Mages to those lowly mud legs, it's simply outrageous!"
Mud legs?
The male protagonist's fist instantly hardened!
Although he wasn't exactly a mud leg, those words sounded grating!
"What do you plan to do?" the male protagonist asked.
