Jiang Yuan turned around coldly, unleashing his might as he demanded an explanation.
Yet the newcomer remained utterly unmoved. A faint smile was all that showed on his face as he silently dissolved the terrifying pressure. His cultivation was anything but ordinary.
Such bearing made Jiang Yuan regard him with newfound seriousness.
Before his eyes, Wu Tao, standing opposite him, spat out his toothpick and put away his smile.
"Calling you Senior is a matter of courtesy. I did not mean to offend you with my words. The affairs of Yunxing are absolutely beyond your involvement. As for your few fellow Daoists, they are, after all, Yunxing's elders. We will not make things too difficult for them."
"Old Senior, I hope you will take care of yourself."
As his soft words fell, the sea became strangely still.
Whether wind and clouds shifting or waves surging, all of it came to rest at that moment. The vast ocean resembled a boundless mirror, and everything between heaven and earth was subdued by those words.
Such terrifying pressure was unheard of!
Jiang Yuan's gaze darkened as he secretly thought that this man was a formidable foe.
Judging by bearing alone, even Yunxing of old had rarely seen anyone like this!
But.
As an ancient sage, Jiang Yuan would never be fooled by a few words, much less stand by and watch Yunxing fall under the Devil Race's control.
No matter what, he had to do everything in his power to protect Yunxing!
His ambition spanning eternity had never changed, not even after awakening.
Jiang Yuan circulated all of his cultivation and shouted coldly!
"Bastard!"
"You junior, with such rare talent and cultivation, actually consort with the Devil Race! And you dare claim that we have no right to interfere in Yunxing's greater affairs?