Yuan Batian, the Holy Lord of Heaven Origin Sacred Land standing nearby, threw back his head and burst into booming laughter, his voice shaking the air for a hundred miles, full of disdain.
"Hahaha! I'm dying of laughter! Old Myriad Phenomena, after not seeing you for decades, your skin has gotten even thicker! You want your Sacred Son, who's already over a hundred years old, to challenge a brat in the Martial Sect Realm whose bone age is probably not even twenty, and you dare call it a fair fight? Bah! Did you get your position as Holy Lord by being shameless?"
Just then, a gentle and clear voice carrying a hint of mockery drifted leisurely from the top floor of the Myriad Treasure Hall, spreading in all directions.
"Myriad Phenomena Holy Lord, this junior, Tantai Bingyu, greets you."
"Are you referring to that Sacred Son of your Sacred Land who, thirty years ago during the younger generation competition in Hundred Saints City, had three ribs accidentally broken by this junior and was ultimately carried home by his master, weeping?"
"Come to think of it, this junior is rather curious. Has his mother's old ailment improved at all over the years? If needed, my Tantai Family seems to have several thousand-year spiritual medicines in our treasury that would suit her condition. We could perhaps gift them to your Sacred Land as a token of goodwill."
The voice was neither hurried nor slow, yet every word cut like a blade, precisely tearing open the Myriad Phenomena Sacred Land's old wounds. The final remark concerning the Sacred Son's mother was particularly suggestive, leaving much to the imagination.
"Tantai Bingyu! You insolent brat!!!"
From within the golden command arrow came the Myriad Phenomena Holy Lord's instantly enraged roar, thunderous enough to shake the