"What Chiling Mountain Range? From this day forth, this place is the Qingxuan Mountain Range of our Blessed Cultivator Lineage."
Hearing Luo Tian's words, Chi Xuyun's pupils contracted, and his expression instantly darkened.
"What do you mean by that, Fellow Daoist? This place is the clan land of our Chiling Clan. Fellow Daoist, please mind your words."
If he had not sensed a profound danger from Luo Tian, he would have long since made a bold move and taught the other party a lesson.
It was precisely because he had sensed an unprecedented sense of crisis, as though a deathly danger shrouded him.
That Chi Xuyun forcefully suppressed his urge to make a move and merely responded with words.
At the same time.
An ominous premonition had already arisen in Chi Xuyun's heart.
Just as Chi Xuyun was in a state of mental disarray, Luo Tian spoke again in an exceptionally domineering manner:
"The Chiling Clan, right? This Seat has taken a liking to the Qingxuan Mountain Range and intends to use it to establish the Dao field of our Blessed Cultivator Lineage."
"I will give your Chiling Clan two choices. First, submit to This Seat and join our Blessed Cultivator Lineage. Second, your Chiling Clan will be completely buried within the Qingxuan Mountain Range."
Hearing this, anger instantly surged in Chi Xuyun's heart.
Yet his lips moved slightly, and he hesitated to speak.
The Great Dao Qi Luo Tian emitted appeared to be merely that of an Immortal King Domain.
Yet the sense of danger it brought him far surpassed that of any Immortal King expert he had ever encountered.
At this moment, the survival of the Chiling Clan rested entirely upon him alone.
Once he made a judgment and chose wrongly, then—
After an indignant silence that lasted