Desolate was arrogant, swaggering even. At his words, even the Remnant Immortal fell briefly silent.
Shi Hao looked at the Remnant Immortal's ancient War Chariot and frowned.
"You came seeking an audience with me, so why are you sitting in that chariot instead of showing yourself?"
Shi Hao barked, "Get down here and bow three times, kowtow nine! Hiding your head and showing your tail—are you too ashamed to be seen?"
"May the Desolate God lay a hand upon your head and grant you Changsheng when your hair is bound!"
"..."
The many powerful figures watching fell silent.
A True Immortal from the Immortal Domain asked, doubt in his voice:
"Between those two, which one is the True Immortal, and which one belongs to the Human Dao?"
"Ao Ling, I suppose?"
"What is Ao Ling?"
"A True Immortal."
"Who's the True Immortal?"
"Ao Ling."
"Then why is Desolate so arrogant?"
Even the True Immortals were confused. What was going on?
"Ao Ling, kneel and confess your crimes!" Shi Hao roared.
"Desolate!" Ao Ling finally spoke. His voice was cold and somewhat Cang, yet it rang like the Heavenly Dao itself.
"You junior. You have powerful backers and an Immortal King's protection, so you look down on everyone and insult your elders of the Immortal Dao at will."
"Last time, I was asleep and could not awaken at once. I let you off, giving you a chance to turn over a new leaf and admit your mistake!"
"But after waiting so long, I still see no sign of remorse. It seems I must make an example of you today."
Shi Hao stared at the ancient War Chariot as though looking at an idiot.
"Weren't you too afraid of me to make a move last time? Now you've found yourself a respectable