The atmosphere was somewhat stifling.
Those monks were all Dao Ancestors, weathered by the vicissitudes of the world. Yet none of them had expected that such a junior would dare set his sights on them.
"Such brazen nonsense! You know neither the height of heaven nor the depth of earth! Young man, whatever your intentions may be, I advise you not to lead yourself astray!"
One monk shouted, his Vajra's Wrathful Gaze blazing. His voice boomed like a great bell, carrying an inherent power of the Grand Dao that struck fear into hearts.
Any other cultivator would have been shaken into losing all control of body and soul by that shout, collapsing helplessly to the ground.
Yet Su Yi's expression remained unchanged.
That scene surprised many of the monks, making them realize that this young man was anything but ordinary.
The middle-aged monk at the head of the group said, "May I ask who Your Excellency is, and why you are competing with us for the Evil Sword Immortal?"
Su Yi shook his head slightly and merely raised three fingers. "I'll count to three. If you do not hand him over, then we fight. One."
"Two."
His pace was astonishingly fast.
It did not feel as though he were issuing a Final Ultimatum. Rather, it was like he had casually found a clumsy excuse, while in truth he could scarcely wait to start fighting.
Yet before Su Yi could say "three," the middle-aged monk decisively said, "Very well!"
Su Yi was startled.
He had already been prepared to strike.
The other monks were startled as well.
They too had already been prepared to strike.
But none of them had expected the middle-aged monk to agree.
"Take it, Your Excellency!"
The middle-aged monk raised his hand and tossed it. The Buddhist