"Go tell your Outer Void Saint this: for ten years of the Ruin Calendar, your Sky-Devouring Roc Clan may not have any newcomer prove Dao Quasi-Saint!"
After casually pressing Peng Xun back into the Cosmos level, Li Qingyun looked at the somewhat deathly pale Peng Ye and laid down the rules for the clan.
"Yes, yes..." How could Peng Ye dare object? He nodded repeatedly in agreement.
Though it sounded utterly humiliating, though the entire Sky-Devouring Roc Clan's dignity had been trampled into the mud, Peng Ye pretended not to notice.
Dignity was the most useless thing in the Ruins.
The weak had no right to possess any dignity. Surviving was the true kingly path.
"Good!"
Seeing that Peng Ye knew what was good for him, Li Qingyun said no more. His azure robes flashed, and he had already gone far away, returning to the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation.
After he left, the void fell utterly silent.
The Quasi-Saint phantoms from all sides who had watched the spectacle felt several degrees more reverence in their hearts. Seeing that he even dared show disrespect to an Outer Void Saint face-to-face, they could not help reassessing the depth of his cultivation.
"Generally speaking, a Saint's Dao is like a majestic divine mountain crushing down upon our heads, like a vast ocean overturning a boat. We simply cannot contend against it. That Saint of the Roc Clan had borne the might of the Saint Dao in his will and had been determined to protect his junior. By all reason, those golden-feathered wings should not have been breakable!"
"Since it is Daoist Qingyun, do not judge him by common sense. His understanding of the Great Dao must already have transcended the mundane and entered the saintly. Perhaps he has long surpassed us and reached