Di Tian was not the only one stunned. The Supreme Elder of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Land beside him also shouted furiously, "Insolent! Xiao Yun, don't think that just because you defeated Li Chengdi, you can act so arrogantly before our Desolate Ancient Sacred Land."
Zhao Wuji was the peerless prodigy of their Desolate Ancient Sacred Land, their Holy Son, and might even become a Divine Son in the future. How could he possibly follow someone else?
He felt that Xiao Yun must have gone mad, entertaining such wildly unrealistic fantasies.
"You can ask Zhao Wuji yourself," Xiao Yun said coldly, looking at the Supreme Elder of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Land before him.
"What a joke! Zhao Wuji is the Holy Son of our Desolate Ancient Sacred Land. How could he possibly follow you?" The Supreme Elder of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Land did not believe it at all. He turned to look at Zhao Wuji, only to find his face dark and grim.
"What is going on?"
The Supreme Elder of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Land felt his heart sink, seized by a bad premonition. He hurriedly asked, "Wuji, tell me quickly that what he said is false. A peerless prodigy like you—how could you willingly submit to another?"
Zhao Wuji fell silent for a moment before saying in a deep voice, "What he said is true. I am now his follower."
Zhao Wuji's word was worth a thousand gold. He did not wish to lie, and besides, he believed that one day he would defeat Xiao Yun and make Xiao Yun become his follower instead.
"What?"
The Supreme Elder of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Land cried out. Staring at Zhao Wuji in utter disbelief, he trembled as he said, "Are you joking? You are the Holy Son