"Plenty of people cause trouble, but hardly anyone steps up to deal with the disaster! Fang Jingliao, Qian Ziru, Jiang Zhuoyun! The three of you are ghost cultivators—why didn't I see any of you during the disaster!? Someone else dealt with it, and you're still here making a racket. Do you really think Tiandao Sect is your household servant? That we have to do whatever you say?" After coldly berating them, I turned and said, "Qian. You don't need to waste your breath on them. Righteousness is righteousness—why explain it? These people deserve to die beneath the heavenly tribulation!"
"Xia Yitian! What are you supposed to be? You think you're truly invincible under heaven?" Fang Jingliao flew into a rage. He pointed his withered finger at me, a savage look appearing in his eyes.
"What? You still want to fight?" I glowered darkly. Fang Jingliao had witnessed my strength and clearly didn't dare clash with me head-on, so he said, "Heh, just because you're strong, you think you can act this tyrannically? You've harmed all the profound cultivators under heaven. Do you intend to set yourself against every profound cultivator in the world? Everyone should have an even clearer view of this tyrant by now, shouldn't they? Daoist Shang, Daoist Hanwang, do you really intend to keep looking at this man's expression? Daoist Zu, aren't you the chairman of the council of the Seven Great Immortal Sects? Are you just going to watch this jumping clown run wild here!?"
When Zu Xinghai heard that the disaster had been resolved but the boundary had been sealed, his frustration was greater than anyone's. He had only one year of life left and was already at the end of his strength, desperately needing to advance and break through into the upper realm. Who