Inside the commander's tent at Three Mountains Pass, Kong Xuan, who had looked down upon the disciples of the Chan and Jie Sects on the battlefield just moments earlier and displayed an invincible bearing, had lost every trace of his former arrogance. He stood below with his hands at his sides, his posture exceptionally respectful, even tinged with an awkwardness he could not quite conceal.
Beside him, Crimson Flame Dao Lord, Jing Lan, and the other great beings of the Phoenix Clan all knelt with their heads bowed, not daring to draw a loud breath. They had withdrawn every trace of their imposing auras, their hearts filled with reverence and fear.
From the seat of honor, a cold, detached snort rang out slowly, echoing throughout the tent.
"Weren't you quite impressive out there, intercepting the Zhou Camp's forces outside the pass and crushing the disciples of the Chan and Jie Sects? Why have you all turned into quails with your heads tucked in now? Where did all that arrogance go? Weren't you laughing so loudly a moment ago? Why aren't you laughing anymore? Were you born unable to laugh?"
Faced with such blunt mockery, Kong Xuan showed not the slightest anger, only a helpless, bitter smile. He looked up at the figure above him and asked quietly, "Brother-in-law, why did you come in person?"
Within the Three Realms, very few dared to tease Kong Xuan and put pressure on him with such abandon. Mo Yuan, who stood before him, was one of them.
This time, Kong Xuan had forcibly obstructed the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation, disrupting the balance of heaven and earth.
He had forced Mo Yuan to leave seclusion and come personally to clean up the mess. As a result, Mo Yuan had no kind expression to spare