Three words—"We can"—left the main hall so still it seemed the air had been sucked dry.
"Heh."
But a cold laugh soon came from behind Guan Heng, breaking the silence.
Everyone turned toward the sound. Only then did they remember that Guan Heng had brought a Deputy Envoy with him.
The man looked to be in his early thirties. He wore a silver-gray robe, with a gaunt face, high cheekbones, and triangular eyes that had not looked anyone in the eye since he entered the hall.
He stood half a step from Guan Heng, his status equal to that of the Sword Master impossible to overlook.
"What a grand boast." The Deputy Envoy took two steps forward, narrowing his triangular eyes to slits. "Destroy the Star Sword Domain, destroy the Three Domains, destroy the Upper Sect? Do you even know what the Upper Sect is? It was founded ten thousand years ago. It has more Celestial Being Realm cultivators than you can count on two hands, and several Void-Treading Realm ancestors preside over it. No one can even discern your cultivation, yet you dare spout such nonsense before an Upper Sect Envoy?"
When he finished, he glanced at Guan Heng, as though waiting for him to agree.
Guan Heng did not move.
The Deputy Envoy failed to notice Guan Heng's expression and went on. "Envoy Guan, in my opinion, this person is probably a Rogue Cultivator who crawled out of some forgotten corner of the Four Domains. After learning a few unorthodox tricks to conceal his cultivation, he dares to play the ghost before you. The Four Domains are nothing but scraps of lower-realm worlds stuck together to make up the numbers. What decent experts could such a place produce? It can't even muster two Tower-Ascending Realm cultivators, and no