The grand council hall of the Sect Alliance was filled to capacity.
A multitude of immortals gathered there, some looking fierce and menacing, some frowning with worry, and others radiating danger from head to toe. Every gaze was fixed on me.
Following Sky City to the ruins was impossible. The time wasted along the way would be enough for us to accomplish many things. So Xue Qingcheng had gone to the Demon Domain, while I had come to where the Sect Alliance was located.
The immortals seated there were old monsters from the various top-tier sects, leaders of some demonic sects, and a few reclusive old monsters who rarely showed themselves to the world. There were two hundred and seventy or eighty immortals in total, and practically everyone who could arrive within the allotted time was present.
This was all the combat power Mu Xian Continent could muster.
Even the lord of Wufeng City sat in a very peripheral position below. For even a sect master with power enough to dominate the world like him, in front of these old monsters, there was little difference between him and a toddler babbling its first words.
These old monsters either looked at me with mocking smiles or wore doubtful expressions. Very few believed what I said. They had no firsthand understanding of the might of the Spirit-Sharers.
"Little brat, you want us old fellows to help you sweep through the ruins in the Demon Domain and kill every last one of those Spirit-Sharers you mentioned, is that it?" an old man sitting toward the front asked with narrowed eyes and great interest.
The immortals seated in the first row were all old monsters of the Ascension Realm. So it was hardly strange for them to call me "little brat" upon seeing that