"A bunch of Dao-Proving Immortals of the fifth and sixth extremes are talking to a Dao-Proving Immortal of the eighth extreme like this. Your Divine Seat and Dao-Proving Heaven must have very lax rules, huh?" I smiled. The Chaos-Exiled Immortals and Dao-Proving Immortals before me all froze for a moment, and their expressions inevitably changed.
Mountainside Immortal Lord still wore a smug look, seemingly refusing to acknowledge my status as a Dao-Proving Immortal of the eighth extreme. He sneered, "You are a Dao-Proving Immortal of the eighth extreme, but your eighth extreme isn't one you truly cultivated yourself. You stole it through a Dao-Proving Supreme Treasure. When all is said and done, you're nothing more than a nouveau riche. If you had genuinely proved the Dao at the eighth extreme, let alone us not daring to object, even the other immortals probably wouldn't dare say they wanted to carve you up. So don't get too pleased with yourself. In the end, you'll meet your just deserts!"
"So Mountainside Immortal Lord admits I'm a Dao-Proving Immortal of the eighth extreme?" I asked with a smile.
The old man's face turned slightly awkward, but he still played a switcheroo with the concept. "You are a Dao-Proving Immortal of the eighth extreme. It's just a pity that you're not worthy of the name."
"Oh? Is my strength inferior to that of you Dao-Proving Immortals of the fifth and sixth extremes, or do you think that Dao-Proving Immortals of the fifth and sixth extremes can nitpick in front of a Dao-Proving Immortal of the eighth extreme?" I sneered inwardly. It seemed these Dao-Proving Immortals truly didn't take me, a Dao-Proving Immortal of the eighth extreme, seriously. Otherwise, they wouldn't have dared prepare to come down and dismember my Dao system.
Having understood this point,