Saint Lord Taichu knew that their words were dripping with sarcasm. After all, they wanted to oppose him but lacked the ability to do so, so all they could do was vent their grievances at him. Yet in Saint Lord Taichu's eyes, complaining to him was utterly useless and meaningless.
In this world, people basically only recognized the strong. If you were strong, then even if you said nothing and merely stood there, countless people would respect you. But if you were not strong, no matter how much you said, others would only see it as nonsense.
Wasn't that just like how everything a rich person said sounded reasonable? Saint Lord Taichu said to them, "Enough. Shut your mouths. Only Laozi is qualified to negotiate terms with you. You are absolutely not qualified to negotiate with me."
"If you want to negotiate with me, then first you must prove that you have the strength for it. You have no strength at all, yet you're all barking here like idiots. What the hell are you shouting for?"
"Am I wrong? Everything I said is basically correct. And let me ask you something: are you people teaming up to oppose Laozi now? Does that mean you want to force Laozi to compromise under your pressure?"
"Give it up. Making me compromise with anyone is harder than climbing to the heavens. Do you think the odds are high? What right do you have to make Laozi bow and scrape before you?"
"Take a look at the state you're in. Your tribes are no different from fools. You should have ceased to exist long ago, understand? So I'm telling you this: while I haven't lost my temper yet, get the hell out of here."
"Otherwise, when I kill every last one of you, you'll