"I don't care who he is. You're all saviors, and in my eyes, you're all the same. As for your struggle, I have even less intention of getting involved. I hope all you young friends can continue to obey the rules here and stop drawing your weapons so readily. How about it?" The old man smiled with his eyes half narrowed. His smile was thick with confidence; judging by his manner, he probably didn't regard any of the immortals present as worthy of notice.
As for the order he spoke of, it naturally meant the rules he had established. It was very much in the style of the Taiqing lineage.
There was not much disappointment on Xia Ruize's face. Once one plan failed, he did not attack again. After all, the old man could at least be considered the master of this place. So he chuckled and said, "Calling us saviors? That's a bit much. The Great Immortal Realm is still inside the Dao-Proving Heaven and shows no intention of coming out. And the person sitting there is none other than the world-famous Demon Lord Li. Not only is he stubborn and tyrannical to the extreme, but he has also brought endless suffering to all living beings. He's practically committed every evil under the sun and deserves to be executed by all. Senior, you aren't protecting a savior—you're leaving behind a hidden danger that could destroy the world."
"Heh, I don't care about your silver tongue. This child is still dueling Meng Xuejun with swords. How could I allow you to meddle? Go stand off to the side. Besides, I'm waiting for this child to come out so I can give him something." The old man sneered, not giving him the slightest bit of face.
Seeing that the old man