The venue fell silent.
A pin drop could be heard.
The Eldest Young Master descended the formation-path steps with heavy strides, walking all the way to the rear of the seating area and stopping behind the cultivators of every race.
In that instant!
His brows twitched violently.
The capital, at the Nan Heng Royal House's dao ground.
You Yuan appeared there.
She sat there sipping tea and said calmly, "I think none of you should go causing trouble. Just stay here peacefully today. We cultivators value karma; we are not wanton killers."
As she spoke, a glint of cold light flashed through You Yuan's eyes.
Anywhere else in the Immortal Realm, the Nan Heng Royal House would have been nothing more than an infamous, insignificant little faction unfit for the stage. Yet in these Three Thousand Immortal Provinces, the opposite was true. But when in Rome, do as the Romans do. Do as you please.
Once they had dealt with this matter, they would leave.
Looking down upon the dao ground's vast mountains and rivers, every region and every powerful figure had already been suppressed by You Yuan's disciples. Not even an ant could escape.
"...What Senior says is right."
An old man was drenched in cold sweat. Even now, he had no idea what had happened. Suddenly, the entire dao ground, its mountains and rivers, and every cultivator within had been suppressed, without even a moment to react.
Today.
Even if the heavens collapsed outside, they would not be able to spare it a glance. Better to obediently bow and pay their respects!
Beyond the Ten Thousand Ranges.
An Immortal Pillar descended from the heavens into the encampment of King Nan Heng's army of all races. In an instant, torrential rain and fierce winds erupted, daylight dimmed,