In an instant, the Emaciated Old Man's expression changed drastically.
"Temple Master!?"
He cried out in shock.
Outside the forbidden formation, Su Yi's gaze was indifferent as he said directly, "If you don't want to die, remove the formation. I'll give you a chance to explain yourself."
He did not ask for the reason.
Nor was he wary because the other party came from the Dao-Protecting Ancient Clan Zhou.
This was not a question, but...
An order!
The invisible air of dominance in his bearing made the Emaciated Old Man narrow his eyes.
After a brief silence, he grinned and said, "Defeating a few Divine Infant Realm dead spirits has made Lord Temple Master swell to such heights?"
His eyes were icy, his white teeth bared, his face filled with coldness. "Even in your past life, you could do nothing to our clan, much less now!"
He emphasized each word. "Temple Master, times have changed. You are already the public enemy in the eyes of dead spirits across the world, and in this present age, who knows how many factions regard you as a thorn in their eye? Your situation has long been hanging by a thread, yet you still dare oppose our clan? Aren't you afraid..."
Boom!
Su Yi slashed out with his sword.
The Ascension-level forbidden formation exploded with a thunderous crash.
The Emaciated Old Man's voice cut off abruptly, and his figure retreated at high speed.
But before he could get far, Su Yi's right hand seized him by the throat, and his expression changed completely.
Su Yi said calmly, "In my past life, I stood alone with a sword before your Zhou Clan's Mountain Gate for seventy-nine days. In the end, it was your Zhou Clan who begged heaven and earth, inviting people from the Ancient