People around them began speaking up.
Even though I had sent Feng Dilin flying with a slap, no one present believed that a young brat like me could be a match for an old Daoist from a sect.
Feeling that aura, Tian Yong instinctively retreated. His cultivation was too low; he could not withstand it.
Zhang Yuchen merely frowned slightly, his cultivation being mildly suppressed.
Seeing this, Nine Dawns Daoist curled his lips into a cold smile, thinking his cultivation had frightened us:
"Kid, apologize and admit your mistake now. This Daoist can still consider you a junior and let you off.
Otherwise, don't blame this Daoist for bullying the young and teaching you a lesson on behalf of your elders..."
I looked at Nine Rising Adept and chuckled again.
Hypocritical righteousness, dressed up in such pretty words.
If he wanted to fight, then fight. Yet he insisted on finding some high-sounding excuse.
No wonder Red Cloud Daoist from Little Cloud Temple had joined White Mist Mountain. It was all because of this rotten atmosphere.
The Daoist sects were already in decline in this age of waning Dharma, yet they still put on such an act.
"Fine! Let's see whether you have what it takes!"
Facing Nine Rising Adept, I showed no fear at all. I even took a step forward.
The people around us cried out again:
"He's gone mad! He actually dares face Nine Rising Adept head-on!"
"This kid, this kid is way too arrogant!"
"Who is he? Can't he feel the terrifying pressure of Nine Rising Adept's early Vitality Soul Realm?"
"Could it be, could he really be able to withstand Nine Rising Adept?"
"..."
Amid the discussions, Nine Rising Adept found himself even more unable to back down.
At this point, he was already riding a