"Or rather, you could call me the Ninth Young Master of the Heavenly Demon Divine Church."
Chu Tian's voice was not loud, sounding even somewhat low within the slightly deathly silent courtyard, but as it landed by everyone's ears, it was no less than a peal of thunder.
The pressure of Mount Tai transformed from the military baleful intent, along with the lightning chains condensed from the Yang Five Thunders, still pinned down his limbs and bones. As long as Zhang Yunqing and Lin Xuanshu harbored the slightest thought, this mortal flesh and blood would instantly be shredded into a puddle of pulpy meat.
Yet looking at Li Xiang and the others, Chu Tian remained utterly poised and composed. His distinct black-and-white double pupils held no panic of someone facing imminent death, nor the frenzy of a cornered beast, only a near-apathetic, deathly stillness; he looked entirely unlike a captured man whose life hung by a thread.
Li Xiang stood in place, his gaze piercing through the interweaving military baleful intent and lightning glow, staring at Chu Tian who had been pressed down to one knee.
He truly had not expected this Double-Pupiled One—whom Huang Silang had picked up from Dragon City with an originally muddled mind—to hide such a heaven-shaking identity.
The Heavenly Demon Divine Church.
The title of Young Master within the Heavenly Demon Divine Church was by no means the kind of silver-spooned, spoiled-brat moniker found among worldly noble clans.
To be honored with the name of Young Master meant that this person possessed absolute qualification to contend for the supreme throne of the Heavenly Demon Divine Church Leader. His talent, disposition, mindset, and methods were definitely not below any top-tier leader among the Three Teachings and Nine Classes or the Hundred Schools of Thought.
For this