The White-Robed Youth's rough, blunt actions, coupled with that merciless display, made one thing clear.
He had no intention of easing relations with the Ghost Child Clan.
That left Ghost Child and the clansmen attending the First Princess's birthday banquet with two choices: fight for their lives or slink away with their tails between their legs.
They could not even say a word to save face.
Fight right now, or get lost.
In the Endless Sea, where social niceties mattered, such a thing usually happened only between mortal enemies, or when one side was so much stronger that it could crush the other with ease.
Otherwise, a scene as utterly merciless as today's was almost unheard of.
What was more, only some members of the Ghost Child Clan had come to the banquet.
The strongest member of their clan was not even present today.
"Could there be a Tribulation-Crossing Pseudo-Immortal Powerhouse behind that White-Robed Youth too?"
"Or is the White-Robed Youth himself a Tribulation-Crossing Pseudo-Immortal Powerhouse?"
The moment that thought arose among the demons and Human Race cultivators present, they could no longer shake it.
After seeing the White-Robed Youth effortlessly crush Ghost Child, who stood at the Great Vehicle Limit, they became convinced that he was a Tribulation-Crossing Pseudo-Immortal Powerhouse.
There was even a strong chance that he was one who bore a deadly grudge against the Ghost Child Clan.
As for the aura of Great Vehicle Major Accomplishment emanating from him, it was merely an illusion created by some special secret art.
"Those Arrogant and Domineering beasts of the Ghost Child Clan have finally picked a fight with someone they can't handle. Now this will be worth watching!"
The demons and Human Race cultivators could not help looking forward to the spectacle. But they soon noticed something that