"Corpse King Jinyue!"
Lin Xuan laughed, the disdain and hostility on his face utterly undisguised. "What does he amount to?"
If his words were not shocking enough, he would not stop until they were!
The moment those words left his mouth, never mind Venerable Heaven-Fat—even Xing'er and the five Yin Soul Ghosts were dumbstruck, almost thinking they had misheard.
True, as Cultivators loyal to Yue'er, they were brimming with hostility toward Corpse King Jinyue.
The Corpse King had betrayed Asura. To say they could not live beneath the same sky was no exaggeration.
That was all true, but a man's name cast a tree's shadow. Even if, in their hearts, they wished they could draw out Corpse King Jinyue's soul and refine his spirit, on the surface they would never dare show him the slightest disrespect or slander.
This was not because they were afraid, but because the cultivation world revered the strong. As one of the most supreme figures in the Three Realms, Corpse King Jinyue was not someone mere Spirit Division-level beings even had the qualifications to oppose.
So even if they hated Corpse King Jinyue to the bone, outwardly they still had to maintain the most basic respect. This was the rule of the cultivation world. Unless you could defeat that powerful figure, slandering him behind his back would merely be seen as cowardice.
Any cultivator with even a little status would disdain to do it.
Yet the man before them said it with such perfect peace of mind.
As if in his eyes, Corpse King Jinyue truly were nothing more than an ant.
As if with the slightest exertion, he could draw out his soul and refine his spirit!
Had this fellow gone mad?
They had seen arrogant Cultivators before, but never anyone who dared be