Imperial Lord? Since When Did I Know Any Imperial Lord?

Those resolute words echoed between the four towering peaks, speaking for all the disciples of the Bodhi Sect.

Xuanwei Zi and Red Cloud Child exchanged a glance, neither particularly surprised. This was something they had anticipated from the very beginning. Yet now that they had witnessed the scene with their own eyes, a trace of weariness still inevitably welled up in them.

With Shen Yi's strength, if the doctrinal debate proceeded normally, he would still crush the younger generation beneath him.

Even if concealing his cultivation had been somewhat improper, it was not truly such a grave matter. At most, he would have to yield a little more benefit to stop the monks' endless clamor.

After all, at the start of the doctrinal debate, most second-rank cultivators had been resistant to the position of Immortal Emperor. Since someone was willing to take it on, and he was indeed a junior disciple of clear lineage, what harm was there in letting him have it?

But the problem was that this foremost disciple of the Three Immortals Sect had first led the immortals in a ruthless slaughter across the Eastern Continent, provoking the monks' fury, then deliberately beheaded numerous Bodhisattvas during the doctrinal debate.

Each and every one of these matters would become another layer of resistance barring his ascent to that great position.

What was more, he had directly revealed the immortal oath, letting the monks see the possibility of killing him.

Fish and bear's paw could not both be had.

The exhilaration of revenge, and the resentment left in the hearts of the Bodhi Sect disciples, had finally converged into a thick wall before him. Even an Imperial Lord would likely find it difficult to break through.

"It cannot be him!"

Great Freedom Snow Mountain Bodhisattva kowtowed once more. He