He Qingtian stood atop the steps, looking at Hun Potian without the slightest fear. He said, "Hall Master Hun, yes, our Dragon Flame Heavenly Gate is indeed far inferior to your Nirvana Hall. I have never denied that!"
He paused, his chest heaving violently, then continued, "But this is ultimately the Myriad Forms Star Realm! No matter how powerful your Nirvana Hall is, if you truly intend to wipe out the Dragon Flame Heavenly Gate with such overbearing methods, I believe the Myriad Forms Divine Mansion will never stand idly by!"
Hun Potian froze for an instant upon hearing this, then threw back his head and burst into thunderous laughter. "The Myriad Forms Divine Mansion?! Hahaha!!"
When his laughter ceased, he abruptly lowered his head and looked at He Qingtian again, his eyes brimming with mockery. "You still don't know, do you? The Myriad Forms Divine Mansion can barely protect itself now! The Realm Master is gravely ill and bedridden, while the two factions within the Divine Mansion are locked in endless conflict. Beset by troubles within and without, they have no idea how many forces outside are eyeing them like tigers eyeing prey, including top-tier existences like the Mu Clan! And you still cling to the foolish fantasy that the Myriad Forms Divine Mansion will give some tiny sect in this barren land so-called fairness? He Qingtian, haven't you woken from your dream yet?"
At those words, He Qingtian's expression changed completely. Shock and horror surfaced on his face, his pupils contracting sharply as he said tremulously, "The Realm Master is gravely ill?! Th-this... how is that possible?! The Realm Master of the Myriad Forms Divine Mansion is the pillar holding up the Myriad Forms Star Realm. His cultivation is unfathomable, his attainments rival creation itself. How could he...