An Immortal Emperor against an Immortal King—that was absolute, crushing suppression.
At this moment, he was merely a glimmer of consciousness. If his true body had faced Yun Che Qianren, he would not even have had the courage to speak, much less use the names of Spirit Mountain and the Heavenly Dao to pressure Yun Che Qianren.
In short, he was raging in helpless incompetence, able only to vent the dissatisfaction in his heart this way.
Unfortunately, he never could have imagined that because of this one sentence, he would pay an incomparably painful price.
Above the heavens, within the strange spectacle of ice and snow, the howling wind and drifting snow lightly trembled at this moment.
Then, a vast voice spread through the high heavens.
"To make enemies of Spirit Mountain and the Heavenly Dao?"
Yun Che Qianren's voice was calm, yet he actually let out a soft laugh as he countered the question.
"Heh heh..."
"What have I to fear?"
As those final words fell, those four plain words carried endless dominance and sharpness, making even Lin Xuan's blood surge with excitement.
"Gulp!"
Lin Xuan could not help swallowing, gaining an even more direct understanding of Yun Che Qianren.
When he had seen him before, Yun Che Qianren had appeared rather refined and elegant. But now, it seemed that had merely been an illusion. This fellow was wildly arrogant, proud to the extreme.
As Lin Xuan marveled, Yun Che Qianren's voice continued to echo.
"On the other hand, you, Ji Kong—a mere Immortal King—dare to call this venerable one by name. Who gave you such courage?"
Ji Kong was evidently the true body behind the projection of that golden Buddha. Lin Xuan silently remembered the name, adding it to the Upper Realm's kill-on-sight list.
"Hmm?"
"You... this venerable