How dare he mock a Sage in front of the entire world?
At once, countless experts wore the expressions of people watching a dead man. This person was truly courting death! Did he think he was Ying of Great Qin? Even Ying had never mocked any Sage besides Confucius.
Mocking a Sage for no reason and making himself the Sage's greatest enemy—if that was not courting death, what was?
Of course, what the experts considered courting death was Zhong Shan. They had no idea that he not only dared to mock a Sage, but had also slapped one twice in front of everyone during his time in the Northern Continent, sending that Sage away in humiliation.
Although the battle in the Northern Continent had shaken the heavens and earth, news could not possibly travel as fast as Zhong Shan and the others had.
Thus, when they saw Zhong Shan mock Mo Zi, no one favored this group. So what if they were strong? Unless they were Sages, it was impossible for them to be a match for one.
Zhong Shan stepped forward. The eleven others followed close behind.
The twelve gradually flew toward Spirit Mountain.
At this moment, Mo Zi did not stop them, allowing the group to head toward Spirit Mountain.
Mo Zi let Zhong Shan and the others fly away, but everyone else revealed displeasure.
After all, the experts from every direction were staring at Spirit Mountain. It was only the Sages' deterrence that had kept them from acting for the time being.
Several Ancestral Immortals stirred restlessly. Zhen Yuanzi narrowed his eyes even further and tightened his grip on the Earth Book, looking as though he might strike at any moment. Kong Xuan narrowed his eyes as well, watching the group with suspicion.
Purple Yang Jinghong had