"Abbot, Fan Lang is simply too arrogant and presumptuous. Where does that leave the Dao Court's dignity? How can we tolerate this?"
"Though we have renounced the world, we still have our dignity. If the Dao Court loses all face, how can we establish ourselves in the universe? How can we develop the Daoist Sect?"
"Abbot, since things have come to this, there's no need to be polite with Fan Lang and the Star Cloud Alliance. Let's fight them directly! So many of us have come—what is there to fear? We can flatten this place in moments and reduce the Star Cloud Alliance to ashes!"
"Fan Lang uses demons to pull his carriage. His vehicle reeks of Evil Qi, and he speaks with such savage perversity. I think he has clearly Entered the Demonic Path. Even setting aside everything that happened before, the Dao Court should uphold Righteous Dharma, eliminate demons, and execute him on the spot!"
"I say we shouldn't wait for any quarter of an hour. With matters having reached this point, there's no possibility of compromise. Rather than wait for the Star Cloud Alliance to make the first move, we should strike first!"
The Dao Court's high-ranking officials stationed here all spoke up. Some secretly transmitted their voices, while others stated their views outright.
The decision rested in Qingfeng Abbot's hands. He frowned deeply, his face as dark as water, while even the whisk in his hand trembled restlessly.
Meanwhile, the timer in the void continued to run, drawing ever closer to the quarter-hour deadline.
Fan Lang sat in the Demon Spirit Skeleton Car, lightly tapping the armrest with his left hand, looking completely calm.
He was so confident because everything was under his control. There was nothing to panic over. Even if matters slipped beyond his