Saint Lord Taichu surely knew they were all gathered in one place. A so-called rift between master and disciples had already emerged. Of course, he had not come here to mock them or sneer at them; he wanted to make things clear to the other party.
In his eyes, this assassination attempt was simply inconceivable. If he could forgive them for it, they would definitely take him for a fool afterward.
So he had to make them give him a reasonable explanation. If they could not explain themselves, then he could just send them straight to hell. There was no need to talk about any other nonsense.
The moment Saint Lord Taichu arrived at the entrance, a large group of people quickly surrounded him. Deep down, they seemed to have always believed that Saint Lord Taichu was especially easy to bully.
"I'm talking about you—what are you doing here? Do you even know what you're saying? Just get the hell out of here, Laozi!"
"How can a place like this be somewhere a small fry like you can enter whenever you please? You need to understand that we are no longer the little nobodies you could bully or drive away whenever you wanted. We're important figures now. If you don't leave, I'm going to make a move!"
One man deliberately put on a vicious expression as he stepped before Saint Lord Taichu. In truth, Saint Lord Taichu did not particularly want to bother with this brat, because he felt that talking to him might insult his intelligence.
But it seemed he could not avoid communicating with him, so Saint Lord Taichu could only shake his head helplessly and say, "Enough already. Shut your mouth. Since when did you have the right to swagger around in front of me and spout