“Go for it then, Puresword.” Jian Ming urged: “We shall help you take down Five-sun King, stomp on True Immortal Young Emperor, capture Shen Juntian, and beat up Tian Feng.”

The brat wanted to cause more chaos than anything.

Puresword smiled and shook his head: “How can a firefly compete with the moons? I do appreciate the sentiment.”

“Fuck, you overly humble idiot, if you’re a firefly, then what the hell are we?” Jian Ming gave him the side-eye.

Puresword only smiled. It looked like he had no ambition to take over the world.

“It’s time to leave.” Li Qiye didn’t bother persuading him and stood...