Most of the immortals had calmed down after hearing those words. After all, the pure power of the Two-Forms Spirit Root Dao Soul had not really done anything to them. I had merely been reminding them of the purpose of this journey.
But several of the big shots were unhappy. They all gathered on either side of me.
One side was the righteous faction, represented by the top sects and the old monsters who had lived in seclusion for who knew how many years. This faction had three immortals at the peak of Ascension—the top three among the righteous immortals of Muxian Continent.
At my reminder, one of the Supreme Elders of Wufeng City, Supreme Elder Mu Shu, flicked his cyan robes aside, lifted his hem, and stepped onto the platform. "Boy, do you know any manners?!"
I stared at him expressionlessly. "Supreme Elder Mu Shu, in a situation like this, what use do you think manners have?"
Mu Shu gave a cold laugh and appeared before me in an instant. Perhaps he thought he could intimidate me, but when his eyes met mine at close range, he found my gaze unwavering. Even beneath his formidable pressure, I had not retreated in the slightest.
This made the middle-aged-looking Mu Shu regard me with a little more respect. "Very good. I thought you were merely some wild brat from Yunmo Continent who had stumbled upon a few opportunities. Now it seems I was mistaken about you, Mu Shu. The City Lord of Fenglan City does have some courage. But setting aside whether your words are true or false, if you want everyone to listen to you, why not show us a little of what you can do?"
"Show what I can do? Heh. Supreme Elder Mu Shu, how do you think