In this second round of Dao preaching, as long as Mu Yunsong showed even the slightest brilliance, the final result went without saying.
Only, upon seeing Mu Yunsong appear, displeasure quietly flashed through the eyes of most of the cultivators present.
As for Mu Yunsong, the crowd did not have much goodwill toward him at this moment.
However, everyone present was clever. Though they disdained him inwardly, none of it showed on their faces.
"Fellow Daoists, this old man will be so bold as to take the lead and share a thing or two."
Mu Yunsong's voice rang out as he swiftly swept his gaze over the entire venue.
His tone was relaxed, but his heartstrings were stretched taut at this moment.
He had spoken too quickly just now, and now he also realized that by stubbornly denying Su Shi'er's judgment earlier, he had invisibly offended quite a few people.
If he could do it over again, he absolutely would not have been so impulsive.
Unfortunately, matters had already come to this point; wanting to start over was impossible.
What he could do now was display his own attainments in the Sword Dao as much as possible and strive to win the approval of most of the cultivators present.
"Very well. Fellow Daoist Mu, please go ahead."
Xu Zhenyue's dignified voice sounded calmly.
As soon as Xu Zhenyue finished speaking, Mu Yunsong's voice rang out again and again.
As he spoke, Mu Yunsong continuously swept his gaze over the entire venue.
His voice, sounding one after another, carried a slight hoarseness.
Yet within his words, he revealed no small attainments in the Sword Dao.
It was just that Mu Yunsong's temperament leaned toward the wicked, and when speaking of the Sword Dao, many of his views were extremely radical.
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