The words fell.
He lightly ran a finger around the rim of the cup.
Clang.
The crisp sound was like a bell tolling into water, yet everyone's hearts jolted at once.
In an instant, the young man's attendants felt their breathing seize and their souls sink, as though an invisible giant beast had fixed its gaze upon them.
They wanted to move.
But they could not.
They could not even stir a trace of mana.
At that moment, the entire tea house Grotto-Heaven Realm remained still. The cups had not shattered, the tables and chairs had not shifted, and the wind outside the windows still blew as before. Yet those people seemed frozen by the years themselves, rigidly pinned in place.
"So they are descendants of the Nan Heng Royal Clan. A mere minor clan—leave."
Waving his hand as though swatting flies, the Sea Macaque said calmly, "Do not come disturb the peace of us old fellows again."
Any one of the great figures seated here could wipe the Nan Heng Royal Clan behind you off the map with a single word.
A junior like you had best not bring disaster upon the Lineage behind you. He was not a disciple of the Heavenly Secrets Dao Palace, nor did he have any interest in learning about such a minor clan.
"You!"
One of their Dao protectors was about to cry out, but in the next moment, his body slammed to the ground. Cold sweat poured down his face, and he could not utter a single word.
Then came the second, the third... one after another, they all prostrated themselves, their faces deathly pale, their bodies trembling faintly, their eyes filled with incomprehensible terror.
Whether Great Vehicle Realm Venerables or Tribulation Transcendence Heavenly Venerables, all were the same.
The old man