Shi Hao stood there openly, without the slightest intention of resisting.
Just as he had said, if they attacked him, he would not resist.
If the Remnant Immortal truly made a move, resistance would be useless anyway.
Shi Hao's words turned the faces of everyone in Immortal Hall green.
What was this?
A brazen display of throwing his weight around!
Everyone watching Immortal Hall was struck speechless by the performance.
My master is True Immortal Meng, my ancestor is the Saint King, and my uncle is Emperor Yuan...
What a splendid background. It was enough to make anyone jealous.
People who threw their weight around like that were enemies of the people!
If they were the ones doing it, though, they took that back.
Shi Hao smiled, inwardly exclaiming at how good it felt.
So this was how satisfying it was to throw his weight around.
No wonder so many disciples of Great Sects had liked parading their backgrounds when he had still been a "nobody."
It really did feel good.
"Throwing your weight around, acting so arrogant and overbearing—you've ruined Emperor Yuan's reputation!" someone said, pointing at Shi Hao.
"You're unworthy of being Emperor Yuan's heir!"
"Young man," the Remnant Immortal said, "your background is indeed astonishing."
"But you should know there is always a heaven beyond heaven and someone greater beyond every great man. Your background is still only your background. Emperor Yuan's cultivation is not yours."
With such momentous events unfolding across the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, and even Immortal Kings appearing, the people of Immortal Hall could hardly have failed to inform the Remnant Immortal.
They had been especially alarmed to learn that the Saint King was the Ancient Ancestor of the Seven Tribes, so naturally they had reported it to him at once.
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