"Xia Yitian! You!" Ancestor Xinghai flew into a rage, his old face flushing red with fury, killing intent flashing in his eyes. All the immortal cultivators from the Seven Great Immortal Sects shuddered involuntarily, probably thinking to themselves that this was the end.
"Hehe, what a hot-tempered fellow. This king likes him!" The Han King froze for a moment, then burst out laughing. That fellow clearly feared that the world might not descend into chaos.
With the two of them like this, the entire scene instantly fell silent. The turn of events had frightened everyone half to death. Even the group of Nine-Yang-Realm immortal cultivators behind Emperor Junze began itching to make a move, as if they might attack at any moment.
A vicious smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. My gaze swept over all the immortal cultivators, and I showed not the slightest fear. I wasn't being overconfident—I was forcing out the true nature of the Yellow Springs Killing Dao!
"Hahaha... You must be Fellow Daoist Xia, right? As expected, you're young and hot-blooded, sharp and unstoppable. With a personality like that, you certainly aren't one to keep your head down outside. But here on South Pole Immortal Island, you're actually a perfect fit. Roaming the jianghu as you please and saying whatever is on your mind—there's nothing wrong with that." Emperor Junze laughed, and everyone present finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh dear, Fellow Daoist Xia, could you stop scaring me? I've only been with you for half a day, and I've already ridden the roller coaster three times. This old man can't take it anymore. Take it easy, will you? At least give us a heads-up before you do anything so we can escape." Shangguan Qiong transmitted secretly to me. I looked at him.