Certain Kill's active effect required the user to perform a shameful action, causing all the spectators to move in perfect unison and provide an endless stream of energy.
Jun Changxiao could only raise it by 10% through self-praise, so he had no choice but to drag five disciples into dancing the Eternal Sect's version of New Takarajima.
This blew up.
150%... 200%... 300%...
Vast amounts of shame energy surged from the hearts of martial artists everywhere. The upper limit was shattered again and again, and the aura seeping through the air grew increasingly bizarre.
The sweat beading on the Lingtian Immortal Sect elder's forehead became more and more profuse.
Jun Changxiao and his disciples were still dancing shamefully, without leaking even the slightest Martial Dao aura, yet they seemed to contain some kind of pressure that brutally squeezed his mind and soul.
"Doing such things in broad daylight truly violates all moral principles and ethics!"
"This is the Eternal Sect's sect master? I feel ashamed for his master, True Person Tonggu!"
The other experts from the Ten Great Immortal Sects did not feel that invisible pressure and all sneered disdainfully.
Honestly.
This kind of behavior was utterly shameless!
But for Jun Changxiao to do it was perfectly normal. After all, an actor relied neither on his face nor his looks!
"Why!"
Ye Xingchen roared inwardly, "Why would I do something so shameful in front of people!"
Everyone knew Jun Changxiao was shameless, but as the former Night Emperor, he could do morning exercises in the sect—yet he could not bear dancing under countless watching eyes. Any other song would have been fine, like... Gokuraku Jodo. At least it would not have felt this awkward.
He Wudi was equally on the verge of collapse.
He had barely had any screen time