But even if it flared up, what could they do? In Saint Lord Taichu's eyes, there was no need to negotiate with them any further.
Saint Lord Taichu immediately ordered his disciples to shut their mouths and stop babbling nonsense at them. At first, Saint Lord Taichu's words might have sounded somewhat tactless.
But they were also entirely correct, because Saint Lord Taichu knew that what these people had in their hearts was far more exaggerated and outrageous than he had imagined.
At that moment, a Demon King arrived at the scene. He was the man everyone called the King of Fists, and his fists could casually knock anyone to the ground.
He could also effortlessly seize the high ground, making it impossible for anyone to crush him easily.
He had been quite formidable in recent years, constantly taking in disciples and trying every possible way to make his faction a fortune.
However, he had encountered some problems recently. Most of his disciples had basically left him, and no one was willing to follow behind him and let him bleed them dry.
Everyone felt that following this man offered neither prospects nor a future. It would only drag them into an abyss of enormous bones and the like.
So, those who could leave had left. Those willing to stay did so only out of personal sentiment.
Saint Lord Taichu actually thought this man was quite clever. But why had he never been able to improve? Wasn't it because he always thought himself exceptionally smart and never learned from others? He always believed he was number one in the world, which meant there were many things he could never properly learn.
As time passed, he would naturally be trampled beneath others' feet, unable even to move. Saint Lord Taichu had always