"Good, good, good. Since when have my words, Li Zaitian's words, lost all their authority? Since you want to challenge my authority, I'll grant you your wish."
Li Zaitian's face darkened with restrained fury as he slowly raised a hand, terrifying power gathering in his palm.
Sensing the lethal aura descending from above, the powerful figures below all revealed looks of terror and staggered back. Li Zaitian was alive—and still able to strike.
Those two facts alone were enough to crush any thought of opposing him.
Yet in the next moment, Li Zaitian's face turned pale. His body swayed, and at last he fell from the sky, crashing down into Li Manor.
"Father!"
"Patriarch!"
At the sight, Li Qingqing and the four burly men beside her nearly split their eyes in rage. The patriarch had already been in terrible condition; after this, he likely did not have much time left.
No, he had not had much time left to begin with.
After this, he might very well drop dead on the spot.
"Kill!"
Seeing Li Zaitian collapse, these people no longer harbored the slightest fear. One after another, they brandished blades and swords, their shouts shaking the heavens as they charged toward Li Manor.
"It's time for me to act. It'll be troublesome if they all die."
Old Garden, who had been watching the entire battle, smiled and patted his clothes.
"My lord, shall we accompany you?"
Sun Shang, who had been standing beside Old Garden all this time, asked fawningly.
"No need. You handled things very well. Hmm... I'll grant you Golden Core cultivation. You may live for a thousand years."
After pondering for a moment, Old Garden pointed at Sun Shang. In an instant, an invincible aura erupted from Sun Shang's body, and the surrounding tables and chairs