At those words, the gazes of many old monsters from both north and south converged on the two men.
Dongfang Jiming gently stroked his beard. A river of stars swirled in his eyes, yet he retained an aloof serenity, as though all the strife before him were no more than passing clouds.
He glanced at Cui Yuan.
Seeing Dongfang Jiming look his way,
Cui Yuan smiled.
"Fellow Daoist Han, having a loud voice doesn't make you right."
Han Feisheng's expression darkened.
"Senior Cui! What do you mean? His Highness King Qin has fallen, and the Devil Master runs rampant. Does your Cui clan intend to stand by and do nothing?"
"Stand by and do nothing?"
Cui Yuan scoffed.
He cast a sidelong glance at him with his cloudy eyes. "And if I do, what can you do about it? That trick won't work on me."
Han Feisheng's face instantly turned livid.
He stared fixedly at Cui Yuan, his fists clenched so tightly inside his sleeves that his knuckles cracked. The aura around him threatened to crush the void.
But he dared neither move nor lash out.
Cui Yuan had reached great perfection of Divine Mansion. Even with his grave injuries still unhealed, he was far beyond what a late-stage cultivator like Han Feisheng could challenge.
Seeing that the atmosphere had taken a sour turn,
"Enough."
Dongfang Jiming, who had remained silent until now, spoke.
"Calm yourselves."
Han Feisheng's chest heaved. Forcing down his anger, he cupped his hands toward Dongfang Jiming and said urgently, "Senior Dongfang! His Highness King Qin has fallen, and the Devil Master possesses heaven-tier treasured armor. He has already become a thorn in our flesh. If we don't eliminate him now, who under heaven will be able to restrain that fiend once he breaks through to