Inside the Demon Suppression Division, the atmosphere suddenly turned tense, the air thick with the scent of drawn swords and nocked bows.
Lin Baichuan, however, remained calm as he hovered in midair, waiting for a reply from the Demon Suppression Division's Supreme Elders.
Only the Dao Artifact saber before him continued circling him, radiating a chilling edge.
In truth, Lin Baichuan was far less composed than he appeared.
After all, he was facing the most powerful group within the Great Xia Dynasty's Demon Suppression Division. Every one of these old fellows stood above the Dao Nourishing Secret Realm, and there might even be genuine Heavenly Position Secret Realm experts among them.
To say that Lin Baichuan felt no pressure at all would be fooling ghosts.
Of course, since he had dared to issue such a threat, he naturally had something to rely on.
If he could not win, he still had methods to escape with his life.
Time seemed to have frozen at that moment, as though even the air had solidified.
"No..."
Nearly a hundred breaths later, that aged voice sounded once more.
For a moment, everyone within the Demon Suppression Division changed expression again. As those two words rang out, Si Changfeng and the others immediately let out long breaths, their raised hearts finally settling back into place.
Yet some people secretly found it regrettable.
Xiao Tengkong, for instance.
At that moment, he was quietly observing the scene from within his own courtyard, sighing inwardly. The Supreme Elders still chose to protect the Demon Suppression Division's dignity. But that makes sense... If they let Lin Baichuan threaten them into handing over Si Changfeng and the others—
Then the Demon Suppression Division's prestige would be swept into the dust.
The Supreme Elders naturally would not agree..."
In truth, Xiao