The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

“You can say what you want, but it’s up to us if we want to listen to it,” Xander replied indifferently.

A harsh light flashed in Emmett’s eyes.

However, he had his thoughts, so he took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, saying, “We represent our respective sects to participate in the nation’s official religion election competition, and at its best, we’re only serving our sect.

I can understand the feeling of losing a fellow sect-mate as there are also Fauna Imperial Sect disciples who died.

In the future, you may even be in seclusion for 50 years, and when you come out, you’ll already be a different person.

At that time, are you still planning to avenge your friend from 50 years ago?”

After pausing, Emmett continued, “According to our Fauna Imperial Sect’s belief, the so-called companions are just those who accompany you during a certain period on the pathway to immortality.

You’ll have partners in the past, and you’ll have future friends too.

If any of you are promoted to Heavenly Spirit Realm in the future, will you still make friends with the cultivators who are in the Pulse Control Realm?”

Emmett’s words instantly silenced everyone.

Even though it sounded cruel, it was the truth.

At present, these fourteen people at the foot of the mountain represented their respective sects in the nation’s official religion election competition, but their future achievements would inevitably be different.

At that time, if the high-achieving person remembered the competition, it was out of friendship, but not his duty.

On the other hand, those with low achievements would only choose to keep the competition in their memory, and they would not ask for anything from those with higher success.

After all, the distinction between high and low ranking was like a difference between immortals and mortals, and they were no longer figures of the same level.

“So you’re saying…” One of the Dark Moon Sect disciples faintly figured out what Emmett implied.

“It‘s simple,” Emmett’s eyes swept across everyone and added, “The deceased died for the glory of the sect.

you only think about

too short-sighted, and you’re not worthy of being my

want to have a battle, it’s better to compare who can go higher and farther on the

sounded as if he was also deliberately mocking

Xander grinned.

“To each their own.

the choice to

person, then it only

is not worthy of

his teeth and did not dwell on the

opportunities for competition in the

cannot be resurrected, and

to immortality, and it’s also the

not give the others a chance to chime in,

benefited from the

us! Do you think the nation‘s official religion election is just a single competition? It would be naive to

on the pathway to immortality is a competition for resources and an

the master of the Thousands

cultivator, this island is located in the sea with a radius

not be as rich as a sect, but it’s still

this time is also a huge opportunity

powerful techniques, magic spells, and

can’t win the nation’s official religion election competition, our strength can also be

to think, and then continued, “There’s only one

Emmett told the truth.

immortality, wealth, companions, techniques, and environment were important, and resources would be the most significant! The

was that it was impossible to walk on the road of immortality without death, and one’s best friend might not

one day, they would realize that the person was gone a long time

Island was not only a

then their strength