The Cloth Robe Man stood there, his gaze sweeping over those familiar faces, his expression utterly calm.
He said nothing.
Yet that silent bearing brought immense pressure upon everyone present.
Still, they all knew that this had always been the Great Lord's temperament, so none of them thought much of it.
The First Lifetime Heart Demon sneered. "Cut the fucking act! None of you are blind, so stop playing dumb. Which one of you doesn't know that the Dao legacy power my main body left behind is almost used up?"
Everyone wore different expressions, yet no one said anything.
They had long experienced just how sharp and vicious this heart demon's tongue could be. Who would court trouble at a time like this?
But the First Lifetime Heart Demon would not let it go. He sneered to himself. "You're all overflowing with gratitude now, but afterward, I'm afraid you'll secretly be celebrating, right? After all, this battle not only crushed the foreign enemy, it also exhausted this strand of Dao legacy power left by my main body, allowing you to sleep with your heads on high pillows. Isn't that right?"
At once, those Founder-level figures could no longer bear to listen. They felt that the heart demon's words were simply too cutting.
But before they could say anything, the First Lifetime Heart Demon said coldly:
"Sword Emperor City doesn't need you old bastards to appreciate what it has done! Sooner or later, we'll settle all the old debts with you once and for all!"
Every word rang like struck metal, each one landing with force.
The atmosphere suddenly became oppressive.
The Reclusive Powerhouses of Reclusive Mountain, the Three Purities Ancestor, and the others all frowned.
Old Lord Gouchen's eyelids twitched wildly, and he hurriedly spoke up to mediate.
Chen Pu