Without Mahayana, All Are Ants

"Kill him. Immediately."

The training ground was taut as drawn swords. The Lesser Siming at the front of the crowd suddenly received a voice transmission, prompting him to look up at the Li Family ancestor, who stood before a spatial rift and looked down upon them all.

At this moment, the Lesser Siming remained silent.

He had never been so wretched in his life. A mere Dao-Observing cultivator was looking down on him from above, scorning him, despising him—yet he knew even better whether the fury in his heart was of any use. Before the Li Family ancestor, unwillingness and rage were laughable. Whether he could win was one matter; laid bare before him were the laws of space and time. If the Li Family ancestor wished to flee, no one present could stop him.

He abruptly raised his head and finally spoke his first words to the mysterious Li Family ancestor within this training ground.

"Does Your Excellency truly think that, with the laws of space at your command, you can act as you please within the imperial capital and forge His Majesty's decree?"

The cultivators of the imperial capital all looked over. In the clouds, Li Xiang raised an eyebrow slightly.

The Lesser Siming spoke sternly, "You merely wish to have your descendants destroy Peerless Hall. But if we wished to kill your Li Family descendants, how could Zishu Feng possibly escape? Do you think we would sit by and watch you kill Mu Xueqing before hurriedly fleeing? Or are your laws of space truly that fast?"

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Ahei of the Golden Guard sharply cocked his head, his eyes filling with confusion and anger. He had never imagined that the rhetoric he had shouted aloud while conspiring to let someone escape would be picked up by this Lesser