Only a Longevity True Man like Black Robe could employ such utterly unrestrained methods on someone else's turf. Yet there was calculation behind his brutality as well. Seeing the dozen or so Void Stepping cultivators standing throughout the hall, he suddenly realized that he had ventured deep behind enemy lines alone. He feared no single party, but what if Zhai Que'er joined in too?
What if this was a trap laid for him...
Sure enough, the moment he made his move, the hall erupted. Quite a few people on the dais shouted curses, some even gathering their qi to strike. But Black Robe watched carefully and saw that their intentions were not unified. Several still looked on coldly from the sidelines; the forces within the hall had not truly been brought together.
It did not matter if the underlings lacked unity, but their leader had been treated like this. The reactions of these people were well worth pondering.
Black Robe immediately felt at ease. So she was only half a bucket of water.
As he thought this, Zhai Que'er came forward with a smiling face to smooth things over. "Senior Brother Black Robe is far too hot-tempered. The Ten Directions Great Venerable has his inconveniences as well."
"Oh?"
"Recently..."
Before she could finish, a tide of chilling cold surged through the great hall, colliding with Black Robe's still flamboyantly blazing aura. The entire space within the hall seemed to twist. Without doubt, this was a counterattack.
Did Black Robe fear him?
But before matters could worsen further, Zhai Que'er clapped her hands sharply. "Stop!"
Zhai Que'er's cultivation was a full tier below both of theirs. Still, neither side truly intended to fight; they merely each needed a way to step down. Since the Ten Directions Great Venerable had clearly lost