Careless... and kill them?
Inside the private room, silence reigned like death.
Looking at this madman before them, the four Human Immortals all fell quiet. They raised their heads and looked calmly at Huo Yuanhong.
Too arrogant... too crazed...
In all their years, they had never seen anyone so arrogant. He was even more arrogant than Wu Zhong of the Baji Sect. It was as absurd as a child declaring he would challenge the halls of the four ancient martial arts masters and founding patriarchs held in the highest esteem in the martial world.
Earlier, they had all assumed this man had come to seek a master.
But in the end...
He was not here to become a disciple, but to exchange blows with them?
And he even said he was afraid he would fail to hold back and beat them to death?
"Young man, you do not know the height of heaven or the depth of earth. Which sect are you from...?" Tang Zhenshi, the elderly man in a Tang suit, tapped his cane and spoke blandly.
A junior whose age might not even amount to a fraction of theirs was challenging four Human Immortals. Did he think he was Wu Zhong?
Even Wu Zhong would not manage it. He had merely escaped from before three Human Immortals.
"The Baji Sect."
Huo Yuanhong answered truthfully with a smile.
Tang Zhenshi said nothing. He had never liked talking much. Zhenshi—Pillow Stone—like an immortal living in the world, born resting upon stone, carrying an aura of myth from birth, detached from the mortal realm.
It seemed Wu Zhong's successful exploitation of the Human Immortals last time had given others the mistaken impression that they too could emulate Wu Zhong, the founding patriarch of the Baji Sect, and show disrespect to Human