"Urgh!"
Shi Er Meng's brutal, bloody display frightened those who had been about to curse Shi Er Meng and Stone Skin Monkey. The profanity already at their throats was swallowed back down.
"Gulp... gulp..."
Their throats bobbed. The silence in the hall was so complete that the sound of them swallowing could be heard.
"Who else?"
Stone Skin Monkey grew energized. His gaze swept over the people lying on the ground as he shouted, "Who else wants to threaten me? Go ahead, curse me!"
Go ahead and curse him?
And what would happen after cursing him? After cursing him, they would lose their lives! This, this, this—who would dare curse him?! Who would dare?! Who would dare risk their life just for the fleeting pleasure of insulting someone?! Who would?!
The corners of Stone Skin Monkey's lips curled up in a smug smile. He was doing this entirely to show off. He was imitating how Shi Hao had shown off earlier. He realized that this feeling of showing off was incredibly satisfying.
The Venerables on the ground and the disciples of the Immortal Dao Lineage all furrowed their brows deeply. They possessed noble statuses and were flattered wherever they went. Even emperors such as the Stone Emperor and Fire Emperor of a nation would have to show them some respect.
Yet Stone Skin Monkey treated killing them like slaughtering chickens and fish. If he said they would die, they died.
The stark contrast between their status and the treatment they received made them feel deeply unaccustomed to it.
In the Lower Realm, strength reigned supreme. They were inferior in skill, so they accepted their defeat and tried to climb up from the ground. Stone Skin Monkey softly barked, "Did I tell you to get up?"
The Venerables and Upper Realm