"Regrettably, I have disappointed the Xi Emperor and all my fellow Daoists. I do not know the whereabouts of the Hongmeng Secret Treasury. Although I am indeed the younger brother of Electric Mother Heavenly Lord Fang Qingxue, I likewise know nothing of her whereabouts. If any of you fellow Daoists, Emperors, Saints, or Heavenly Lords wish to make a move against me, you may do so now. I have no objection whatsoever. But consider the consequences carefully. If you attack me now, once my sister regains her full strength, once you anger the Heavenly Lords behind me—or even Immortal Kings—oh, and my father-in-law, the Hongmeng Daoist, you will undoubtedly be dead. There will be absolutely no way for you to survive. I believe you understand this as well. If you believe you can bear those consequences, then feel free to attack now. If you do not have the nerve, then shut up. I will not say much more about anything else. In any case, before this genius tournament begins, you may make your move."
Fang Yu paid no heed to the fervent, greedy gazes of the many Emperors, Saints, Holy Sons, sect masters, family heads, and clan chiefs. Instead, he casually delivered those words.
To him, the Xi Emperor's words were more terrifying than the Heavenly Court's wanted order by countless times.
They were plainly intended to leave him without even a burial ground.
None of the Emperors beside the Xi Emperor had eyes that were not burning with greed, for they all knew that their hope of advancing to become Heavenly Lords, or even Immortal Kings, lay with Fang Yu.
As long as they found the Hongmeng Secret Treasury, they could advance into the realm of Heavenly Lords.
Yet Fang Yu's words cooled them down, like a basin of