At this,
the corners of Ye Xuan's mouth curled into an inscrutable smile.
He didn't speak aloud. Instead, his lips moved slightly as he sent a message to the Lord of the Forbidden Zone, Willow Deity, and the several Ten Fiends:
"Seniors, fellow Daoists."
"We can use the Immortal Folding Curse to temper him!"
"What?!"
As soon as he said this,
the Lord of the Forbidden Zone, who had been seated beside the stone table, abruptly froze mid-motion. He stared in stunned silence.
His eyes, which had witnessed countless ages of vicissitudes, widened a little. He looked at Ye Xuan in disbelief, as though he were staring at a madman.
"The Immortal Folding Curse?"
The Lord of the Forbidden Zone couldn't help speaking up, his voice rising slightly.
"Daoist, are you sure you're not joking? That's a vicious curse designed specifically to cripple True Immortals! Anyone struck by it has their cultivation forcibly stripped away, their foundation utterly destroyed, and is ultimately reduced to an ordinary mortal, better off dead than alive."
"This little fellow is only at the Venerable realm, and you want to use the Immortal Folding Curse on him? You call that tempering? That's murder!"
Not far away,
Willow Deity had been listening quietly. When she heard the words "Immortal Folding Curse," her usually serene expression stiffened slightly, and the corner of her mouth twitched involuntarily.
She knew all too well how powerful that thing was.
Kunpeng had died because of it.
"Xiao Xuan, this..." Willow Deity trailed off. Though she knew Ye Xuan always had his reasons, this method seemed a little too harsh.
Could an elder brother really do something like this?
Meanwhile,
Female Kunpeng reacted most strongly.
Her body trembled, and a complex mix of emotions welled up in her eyes.
There was hatred