No one answered my question, but eyes never lied. Hundreds of sidelong glances exposed the person who had spoken up.
My eyes fell upon her.
A middle-aged woman of average height, with a head of silver hair, a round face, and a pointed chin, gritted her teeth and stared back at me.
Seeing herself become the target of everyone's ire, the woman roared furiously, "So what? What if it was me? Senior, your strength is indeed formidable—you can bring every immortal in the world to heel with a single word—but don't forget that there are always stronger immortals beyond! If you dare kill me today, my elders may not be so easy to deal with!"
"Stronger immortals beyond?" The corners of my lips lifted into a smile. Then I looked to either side. "What is this immortal's reputation like? Is she usually this overbearing and so disdainful of all immortals?"
The entire place fell silent at once. No one came forward to answer.
But very soon, responses began flooding into my mind. Chaotic voices transmitted messages directly to me, and following them, I immediately pinpointed several female immortals.
Some of these female immortals had calm expressions, while others wore faintly evasive looks. Even their subtle expressions were cautious.
The contents of their messages were all explosive. Some accused the woman of casually killing disciples, while others accused her of seizing the sect's resources by force and forming cliques through her backers without the slightest restraint.
Apparently thinking that I had grown afraid, the white-haired woman became even more arrogant and prepared to start shouting again.
I did not give her another half-second to make trouble. My eyes narrowed, and with a bang, she exploded where she stood.
Blood, flesh, and scraps of clothing burst across the ground. Some clung to