But in the end, someone could no longer hold back.
"How dare you speak like that? Do you really think that just because your Human Emperor Sect took His Highness as a disciple, you can do whatever you please in Great Xia? Don't forget—this is Great Xia!"
An old man stepped forward directly, blowing his beard and glaring as he pointed at Han Jiuyue and cursed.
The moment his words fell, Xia Yun and the Great Xia Emperor's expressions changed sharply. Just as they were about to stop him, an incomparably frigid aura suddenly spread throughout the entire Golden Throne Hall.
Frost began to condense throughout the Golden Throne Hall.
Even the ground, stone pillars, and roof beams were coated in a thick layer of frost.
Moreover, the temperature in the entire Golden Throne Hall began to plummet.
It seemed to be infinitely close to absolute zero.
Han Jiuyue slowly stretched out her long legs and rose to her feet, quietly gazing at the old man.
The old man was merely a civil official.
His cultivation was only at the third or fourth stage.
Faced with Han Jiuyue's gaze, his entire body froze stiff.
Cold air began to gather around the old man.
In no more than the blink of an eye, the old man had turned directly into an ice sculpture.
He did not even have the slightest strength to resist.
Han Jiuyue swept her gaze calmly across the people around her. Everyone caught in her gaze immediately hunched their shoulders and shrank back slightly.
None of them dared meet Han Jiuyue's eyes.
Lin Fan and Wang Yu exchanged a glance, somewhat helpless.
This was still Great Xia, after all—Xia Yun's territory. Han Jiuyue's actions were truly giving Xia Yun no face at all.
Yet Xia Yun's expression was