"Are you not afraid the Dao Ancestor will punish you?"
Though Hong Yun was also a Late Quasi-Saint, with an extraordinary background and far greater magical power than anyone present, he clearly couldn't contend with so many Quasi-Saint Cultivators. He shouted at them in rebuke.
Hong Yun tried to frighten them off with the Dao Ancestor's authority, but it was clearly no use. So many Quasi-Saints had gathered here because they had already made up their minds.
"The Dao Ancestor said that the Primordial Violet Qi would go to whoever was destined to receive it. You've spent hundreds of thousands of years comprehending it and still haven't become a Saint. That means you lack virtue. You should know when to accept reality and recognize the Heavenly Mandate. You ought to hand it over. If you know what's good for you and surrender it willingly, we'll let you leave. Otherwise..."
The one leading them was an old man with a sinister face and an aura of death about him: Venerable Kummu, a Late Quasi-Saint. He was unmoved by Hong Yun's words. Instead, he spoke coldly, his tone threatening.
He wasn't the only one. After Venerable Kummu finished speaking, everyone present chimed in, clearly treating Hong Yun and the Primordial Violet Qi in his soul as their own.
Hong Yun's expression was extremely grim. After a brief pause, he spoke again. "There's only one strand of Primordial Violet Qi. Even if I were willing to hand it over, how would all of you divide it?"
Venerable Kummu gave a cold, mocking laugh. "Hong Yun, don't waste your effort trying to sow discord. We agreed on everything before coming here. What happens between us is none of your concern. Hand over the Primordial Violet Qi obediently, and we'll spare you a fight. If