"You're overbearing!"
Chen Qiu's few words choked the Golden Core cultivators who had been trailing behind him, ready to drink the soup, until their whole bodies trembled with rage.
Fight? They could not win.
Curse him? They did not really dare.
Chen Qiu was in a fairly good mood right now, using a group-control spell like "Snowfall Across the Heavens." If his mood soured later and he unleashed hundreds of thousands of Lightning-Channeling Arts, that would be an entirely different matter.
Yet even a control-type spell like "Snowfall Across the Heavens," which barely focused on damage, was difficult to endure for too long. If they remained inside it for long, not only would their spiritual energy be completely frozen, their lives might even be in danger.
Thus—
These Golden Core cultivators, who could be called tyrannical and domineering, who had never encountered anyone unwilling to show them respect wherever they went, exchanged glances, gritted their teeth, cursed inwardly, and immediately turned into streaks of light to flee without looking back.
They were all old seniors who had lived for centuries.
To be so forcefully provoked by a junior whose bone age was not even over thirty—it would be impossible not to feel stifled. But there was no helping it. This was the cultivation world, where strength reigned supreme.
It was not whoever lived longer who was more impressive.
They could only let out long sighs inwardly.
Their era had truly passed. Or rather, perhaps this era had never belonged to them in the first place.
"Chen Qiu is already at the Golden Core Fifth Layer."
In the Capital City, within Heavenward Sect, the Heavenward Sect Master listened distractedly to the news of the battle coming from the Boundless Snow Mountains. He could not understand why someone could cultivate so quickly.