He suddenly stepped forward, icy-white origin power gathering wildly in his palm.
The surrounding temperature plummeted, and a thick layer of frost instantly formed on the white jade steps.
"Dare cause trouble at the Purple-Gold Immortal Vein, will you? Today, I'll turn every last one of you into an ice sculpture!"
Old Ancestor Xuanming raised his hand, preparing to suppress the mob with a wide-area lethal spell.
A hand reached across and pressed down on Old Ancestor Xuanming's wrist.
Zhou Xuan stopped him.
"Young Master Zhou, why are you stopping me?"
Old Ancestor Xuanming turned his head, his voice seething with barely restrained anger.
"These worthless fools dared rebel after just a few words of provocation! If we don't kill a few to make an example of them, they'll really think the Origin Return Alliance runs a charity!"
Zhou Xuan did not release him. He merely shook his head.
"If you kill them, who's going to serve as bait for the Old Hag?"
He released Old Ancestor Xuanming's wrist, took two steps forward, and stood at the very edge of the High Terrace.
Below, tens of thousands of Cultivators were still clamoring wildly, the lights of their magical treasures dazzling the eyes.
Zhou Xuan neither used spiritual power to amplify his voice nor explained why Chen Changgeng had gone mad.
He merely looked down from above at the red-faced Cultivators shouting for refunds and demanding to leave, and tossed out a blunt, brutal sentence.
"Keep shouting if you want to die."
His voice was not loud, yet amid all that chaos, it somehow reached every person's ears.
Zhou Xuan raised his hand and pointed at the Mountain Protection Array overhead, which shone with a pale golden light.
"Say one more word, and I'll shut off the Mountain Protection Array right