"If you want to condemn someone, you'll never lack a pretext! If you want war, then fight! Why put on such a sanctimonious show?! You're nothing but the laughingstock of the world!"
"..."
The leaders of the various forces, who had discussed countless possibilities and prepared countless arguments, were struck speechless, unsure how to respond to the Great Huan Faction's reply. They had never expected the Great Huan Celestial Lord to refuse even to show his face. He was treating them with utter disregard.
In their view, Badro was, after all, the Qianluo King's son, a talented young man who had merged with golden devil blood and possessed considerable status and renown. The Great Huan Celestial Lord had killed him just like that; by all rights, he ought to give them an explanation. More importantly, so many of them had come, representing so many forces united together. Even if he disregarded the monk, he should show respect for the Buddha! Was the Great Huan Celestial Lord truly unafraid that they would steel themselves and launch a joint assault?
Granted, they really had come determined to surround and attack the Great Huan contingent, perhaps even slaughter them. But thinking and doing were two entirely different matters!
There were two possibilities:
First, the Great Huan Celestial Lord had anticipated their intentions and could not be bothered to waste words on them. Second, he was eager for them to attack him together-but what could he gain from that?
They believed the first possibility was more likely. Though the Great Huan Celestial Lord was universally acknowledged as the strongest man in the world, he was not an absolutely invincible, undying, indestructible being. No truly invincible being existed in this world. With enough people, they could grind him down until he died. The Mongol Faction