You Si’s eyes blazed with hatred when they fixed on the priest standing atop the altar of earth.

“I’ll give you one more chance, priest of flame...”

“You misspoke. I am not the priest of flame, I am You Si.” Her voice was as cold as ice, and she didn’t even attempt to conceal blatant killing intent as she glared murderously at her former peer.

“Why did you do it?!” she roared. “The Xuan Yuan Slaves have guarded this tomb for hundreds of millions of years. They are our kin!!”

The other high priests frowned.

“Wrong, they weren’t our kin, but tools to be wielded by our hands,” interjected the priest of forest. “Our bloodline originates from the true Xuanyuan Clan rather than those pathetic slaves who were worse than dead. The...