Mad!
Everyone trapped within the domain looked up at the lofty Divine Sect Master in the sky and listened to his arrogant words. The great powers present were all experts from various factions. Though Mahayana cultivators were rarely seen, they had all visited the Imperial Capital.
Who had not seen that refined and courteous commander of the Immortal Suppression Bureau? A founding contributor to the dynasty, he suppressed the hidden powers of the realm, yet he could still pour a cup of tea for Refining Void cultivators—or even Spirit Transformation cultivators.
And who had not seen State Preceptor Min Youguo rushing about the court? Though the old man had scarcely acted over the past hundred thousand years, everyone in the realm suspected that he was one of the twenty-four Great Emperors. When he had nothing better to do, he could crack a joke or blow his beard and glare at some blind young fool.
But what the hell were you?
The master of a sect whose dynasties throughout countless generations of all races could only hide away in the impoverished lands of the far west, clinging to some so-called orthodox human inheritance like rats?
They suddenly recalled Huangshan on the imperial throne in Great Jin's Imperial Capital some days ago—that air of being the sole sovereign beneath heaven, that arrogance etched into his bones. So it had not come from nowhere.
Yet at this very moment, none of them dared speak.
Even Shen Zhiqiu of Fortune Gathering Mountain in Yu Prefecture and Autumn Xiao Venerable, who had spoken up for Li Xinnian in the imperial hall back then, now wore livid expressions. "The price of serving him in exchange for leaving this domain is to make us attack the Li Family and the Underworld army?"
The great powers who had