The Left Alliance cultivators were stunned, too. How had he suddenly become so arrogant? There was no reason for it, and the things he said were downright insulting. What had happened? Had they missed something?
"Fate Left, you—"
"Shut up! You think you can call Fate Left by name? Go fetch your great-great-great-grandfather, and I'll still kill him!"
"You're arrogant."
"So what? Come and hit me if you've got the guts."
The heavens and earth fell silent. For a moment, every gaze focused on those few Master Clan beings, watching them as the words Come and hit me seemed to echo through the air again and again.
In the end, those few Master Clan beings left, full of resentment, anger, and frustration.
They didn't even leave behind a threat. They simply walked away.
Fate Left hadn't expected things to turn out this way, either. Just moments ago, he had lost consciousness, then regained it an instant later. The being that had helped him had left him a hint, and he had followed it without hesitation.
He didn't know why he had suddenly become so arrogant. It was as if he were begging to be beaten. But it didn't matter. He would just consider it a lesson from that being.
Yet the result had turned out like this.
Those few clansmen hadn't even hit him. How strange.
A tremendous cheer rose from the Left Alliance.
What had they just witnessed? Fate Left, the one in control of the Left Alliance, had driven away the beings of the Life Master Clan—those mysterious beings who had left them the Extraordinary Mystery—with a single sentence. They were lofty, godlike beings who could summon wind and rain and take lives at will merely by appearing.
And he had cursed them into leaving.
Though Fate Left