"Who dared to be so presumptuous?"
That roar, with its undisguised killing intent, startled every spirit cultivator on the island.
Once they saw the arrival's dark, grim, ruthless face—enough to stop a child's nighttime cries—everyone cried out in delight instead.
Every last one of them was clearly here to watch the fun, fearing only that things would not get big enough.
"Mu Lin!"
"It's Mu Lin, the browless one from the Holy Palace's Emberlight Lineage!"
"Good heavens, now this is getting interesting. Bai Lian is Mu Lin's disciple, and Mu Lin was one of the Holy Palace's previous Five Great Authorities."
"Before Saint Slave Wuxiu betrayed the Holy Palace, he was still Mu Lin's senior brother. I heard that even after his betrayal, the Holy Palace had gone all out to protect him."
"If you trace this feud back, it goes quite a long way. Everyone knows how fiercely protective the Holy Palace's Emberlight Lineage is of its own."
The crowd clicked their tongues in admiration before swiftly analyzing the combat strength. "In terms of status, Mu Lin can indeed directly rebuke the Dao Hall Master, but in terms of strength, he's only at the Taixu Realm!"
"A mere Taixu Realm cultivator—has he come here to throw his life away? At most, Mu Lin can fight an ordinary Half-Saint, but how could the Dao Hall Master be some ordinary figure?"
"Brother, you've judged that wrong. How can combat strength be measured by cultivation level alone?"
"Besides, Mu Lin has been stalled at the Taixu Realm for so many years. Who dares say he has no preparations for sainthood? Backed by the Holy Palace, he has probably possessed Half-Saint Godhood for a long time already."
"Exactly. Perhaps, like Water Ghost, he only lacks a single opportunity."
"Enough, stop talking. The show