A storm of furious curses and rebukes rained down upon the six Dao Sons and six Dao Integration Divine Lords.
These Supreme Afterglows were undoubtedly proud, looking down upon the world.
Yet now, they had disciples who feared their enemies like tigers. The disappointment in their hearts was impossible to conceal.
Though Dharma cultivators did not need to actively seek battle, they could not fear war!
This was the cold, endless starry sky where the weak were meat and the strong ate. Cultivators without strength, or without the ability to calmly and rationally wield that strength, did not deserve to live.
Silence fell in every direction.
These Supreme Afterglows had thought their disciples would show shame, immediately admit their mistakes, and then throw themselves wholeheartedly into the battlefield that would decide their sects' futures.
Yet the surroundings remained utterly calm. Each Dao Integration Divine Lord wore a cold expression, utterly unmoved by the scolding.
What were they thinking?
"Wicked disciple!"
"What are you doing...?"
The Supreme Afterglow of the Lingbao Realm flew into a rage.
"Afterglow."
"You are not the patriarch."
Lingbao Divine Monarch coldly cut him off.
"You—"
The Supreme Afterglow of the Lingbao Realm choked on his words.
For that instant, he found himself unable to continue berating Lingbao Divine Monarch harshly, much less directly punish him, no matter how weak Lingbao Divine Monarch's power was.
"You need to respect my will, my choice!"
Lingbao Divine Monarch said coldly.
At the boundary between life and death, he had chosen to defy the Supreme Afterglow's orders. He had always clearly known every authority he possessed. The one who had been meek and submissive in the past was indeed him—but not all of him.
There was one principle he understood clearly: Supreme Afterglows were not Supremes. They were merely the