"All of you, come at me together. I'm in a hurry to get home," said Qian Yuan Sword Saint, his words simple yet domineering, looking down on the six young supremes.

Mo Wuyi, the third prince of the Blood Sea Empire, with delicate features and a wickedly charming aura, said indifferently, "Killing an ant has made you arrogant? You dare to challenge six young supremes alone."

Sun Baisheng, the general of Ao Lai Kingdom, took out a coiling dragon staff, his battle intent high, "Comparable to the children of gods, the supreme first generation's top prodigies? I've been wanting to test my strength, and you will be my whetstone!"

Qian Yuan Sword Saint, unafraid, stepped onto the commanding platform first, turning back to point his sword at the young supremes, "Come in and meet your death!"