The old devil's vicious voice entered their ears. Since they had already torn away all pretense, what was there left to be polite about? "In the past, my cultivation was indeed inferior to yours. However, your main Nascent Soul has already been destroyed. With nothing but a body seized by a mere Second Nascent Soul, what do you have to be so arrogant about? Last time, this venerable one was able to eliminate you, and this time, you likewise won't escape from the palm of my hand."
"Is that so?"
The Thin Old Man laughed. "Gongsun Old Devil, do you think this old man would come seeking revenge on you without the slightest preparation? This place will be where your bones are buried. And not just you—all the cultivators here, not a single one will escape. Who told them to arrive at just the right time? If they want to blame something, they can blame their own rotten luck."
"What?"
The moment those words left his mouth, everyone's faces changed in horror. The other party's tone was truly far too grand. He actually wanted to make an enemy of every cultivator present with his strength alone, and even intended to wash this place in blood.
Everyone had seen arrogant figures with their own eyes before, but they had never seen anyone arrogant to such an extent.
Did he think all the cultivators seated here were pasted together from paper?
That they would just let him knead them however he liked?
For a time, the assembled cultivators began clamoring, and then a soft laugh entered their ears. "So this person is actually the famous Fellow Daoist Mo. This concubine heard that Fellow Daoist Mo had already perished several hundred years ago, and I was once saddened by it. I did not