In the deep universe, starlight swayed as a group of supernatural beings confronted Wang Xuan, all of them furious beyond measure.
"Pretty boy?" Those two words were truly insulting. Which one of them had not sailed amid a thousand competing sails, fought for supremacy among a hundred races, emerged as a fierce figure from blood-soaked roads with a domain at the center, swept across several surrounding domains, crushed opponents from every side, and left their names in the Golden Book and Jade Scroll before reaching this point?
And now they were being looked down upon and treated lightly. That person pointed his staff at them, mocking them for serving others with their looks and waiting for the noblewomen of Beyond the World to "choose consorts."
Someone spoke coldly. "As a man, relying on verbal cleverness is ultimately the lowest form of conduct. If sophistry were useful, what would be the point of cultivation? This only shows your weakness and helplessness. We'll just kill you shortly."
Others wore icy expressions, Killing Intent boiling around them as Imperial Dao Texture instantly covered their bodies like a layer of sacred armor. Killing intent tore through the starry sky.
"Crude words, but not crude reasoning. Think it over yourselves—doesn't it have that flavor? Otherwise, why are you standing here?" Wang Xuan raised his head, black hair spilling loose, looking utterly fearless as he gazed down upon the sea of stars.
The group could no longer hold back. They wanted to launch an encirclement and suppression at once and nail him to death with immortal swords.
"A dead man. No matter how much you say, it is useless. I, Lin Mengdao, will send you on your way shortly." One of the white-robed men spoke. His expression was calm, a starry sky turning within his eyes.