Moving Mountain Adept's words were a sweeping attack.
But such a crude provocation did not work very well. Even Zou Bufan, the Rogue Cultivators Alliance's Second-in-Command, had shrunk back. Did he think everyone present had no clue what was going on?
"Ha ha," Moving Mountain Adept threw back his head and laughed, as ostentatious as could be. "This is the Rogue Cultivators Alliance?"
Yet it was still useless. Of the six True Adepts remaining, only two belonged to the Rogue Cultivators Alliance. One was Zou Bufan, and the other was merely a Low-Grade Golden Core. This one was even more at ease: Please, I'm only a Low-Grade Golden Core. Is it my turn to step up?
It was not strange for him to think that way. Risking his life was one thing, but throwing it away... wasn't that just stupid?
But since the Rogue Cultivators Alliance showed no reaction, the other invited guests naturally had even less reason to react—the one being cursed was from the Rogue Cultivators Alliance. What did it have to do with them?
Of course, watching the other side strut about still left everyone feeling rather unpleasant. What was the opposite of sharing in someone's glory again?
After a while, Master Chang stepped forward and clasped his hands. "Moving Mountain Alliance Lord, I challenge Second Alliance Lord Blue River Adept!"
Moving Mountain Adept frowned. He knew Master Chang and knew that he came from a family around the Endless Sea.
The Hunting Alliance generally did not suppress such families too harshly, and there was even less need to fall out with them now. His energy was limited. He looked imposing at the moment, but how long could that last?
So he frowned and said, "Fellow Daoist Chang, if you wish to fight me, then begin. Otherwise,