At the word "pig," Old Ancestor Tai Chu visibly froze.
He had lived so many years on the soil of Central Province. Who had ever met him without respectfully addressing him as Old Ancestor?
Even the Court Guardian Pavilion Master at the height of his power had greeted him with courtesy.
Yet now, some greenhorn who had appeared out of nowhere was pointing at his nose before tens of thousands of cultivators and calling him the fattest pig in the pen.
Terrifying killing intent erupted in Old Ancestor Tai Chu's gray-white eyes.
The two Fierce Beast Inner Cores he had been rolling in his hand instantly crumbled to dust, the fine powder sifting through his fingers.
An oppressive aura several times more terrifying than before exploded from his body.
The surrounding air cracked under the unbearable weight. Fissures in the ground spread wildly once more, and countless stones were swept into the air and instantly ground to powder.
"You insolent brat! You court death!"
Old Ancestor Tai Chu roared furiously and thrust up his withered hand.
The spiritual energy between heaven and earth converged madly, forming a massive gray-white palm imprint in his hand. With the force to destroy heaven and earth, it was about to crash down on Zhou Xuan's head.
If that palm struck, the entire plain outside the Immortal-Burying Abyss would be leveled. None of the low-ranking cultivators present would survive.
Xie Yuan lay flat on the ground and closed his eyes in despair.
At that critical instant, however, Zhou Xuan spoke without the slightest hurry.
He did not even take his hands out of his sleeves. He merely lifted his chin slightly and countered with a question.
"Don't start stamping your feet just yet."
"You've lived so long. Have you never wondered why the laws of