"Who are you, brat? How dare you spout such nonsense here?!"
Facing Mo Shang's words, the Heavenly Sacred Palace elders wore looks of utter disdain. They immediately sneered and spoke coldly:
"Heh, heh, leave us behind? With your mere Question Dao Realm cultivation?"
"You can't even see the gap in our strength, yet you dare provoke us. We are Immortals—who would dare kill us? Who could kill us?!"
"Brat, you dare look down on my Heavenly Sacred Palace? Have you decided how you want to die?"
In response, the corner of Mo Shang's mouth lifted slightly. The thought of summoning the Mo Clan's experts and seeing their terrified expressions made him inexplicably want to laugh.
"I truly can't do anything to you, but that doesn't mean no one else can. Since you don't want to leave, then none of you should leave."
As Mo Shang's words fell, he raised a hand slightly and snapped his fingers sharply.
Snap.
As the crisp snap echoed through the entire main hall, the void trembled slightly, ripples spreading outward layer upon layer.
Ten tall, solemn figures condensed out of thin air, standing silently at the four sides of the hall and completely surrounding the four Immortal Realm elders of the Heavenly Sacred Palace.
They all wore matching dark brocade robes, their garments etched with ancient, intricate patterns and carrying a stern aura that seemed to have settled through countless ages.
The auras of these ten figures were restrained and unexpressed, with no pressure wantonly spilling out. Yet merely standing there, they completely froze the space-time within the main hall.
With the appearance of these ten figures, the expressions on the four Heavenly Sacred Palace elders' previously disdainful faces instantly froze.
The four men's pupils suddenly constricted, their expressions turning to terror as a bone-deep