As the Dao Seed of the Heavenly Moon Sect, Pan Zhengxiong was already half a member of the Nine Sons of the Endless Sea, and half a Sect Master of the Heavenly Moon Sect.
Whether he was in the right or not, the moment he got drawn into a war of words with the three Personal Disciples or Inner Sect Elders of the Mountain-Shaking Immortal Sect before him, he had already lost half the battle.
After all, those lofty Tribulation-Crossing Pseudo-Immortal Powerhouses would never argue with grasshoppers chirping at their ears.
They would simply wave a hand and grind them to dust.
His hand, which had rested on the Spirit Sword at his waist all this time, was nearly beyond his control. He wanted to draw the sword and cut down these three fools, who knew how to provoke others but had little strength to back it up, with a single stroke.
But mindful of the task the Sect Master had entrusted to him, he could only force down his killing intent, just as Liu Yiyi had earlier.
"Tsk, tsk. Dao Seed Pan, judging by your face, you seem rather unhappy with this old man's suggestion?"
The Inner Sect Elder of the Mountain-Shaking Immortal Sect took in every trace of frustration on Pan Zhengxiong's face and secretly relished it.
Then he turned his gaze to Pan Linfeng below, who had mocked him earlier, and smiled with undisguised provocation. "Well? How about you, Dao Seed?"
In the Elder's view, so long as his skin was thick enough, he could ignore whatever they said and choose whatever benefited him most.
"Me?"
When the old man suddenly looked his way, Pan Linfeng curled his lip in disdain and pointed at himself for good measure.
Once he was sure the old man really had