"I object!!!"
The moment Chu Zhou spoke, the independent cultivators and members of smaller factions looked utterly grim. But after glancing at the bloodstain Venerable Blood Soul had left on the ground, then at Chu Zhou's unfathomable aura, they could only curse him inwardly.
What a joke. He had killed even the Hall of Souls' Five-Star Peak Dou Venerate with a single sword strike. The Four-Star Dou Zun, Demon Flower Evil Lord, had fled immediately and used a means bestowed by a Half-Saint, yet he still hadn't escaped and had ultimately been slain.
Wouldn't stepping forward be throwing their lives away?
Many gritted their teeth, turned around resentfully, and left.
The Ice Venerable's expression shifted several times before he finally spoke in a low voice. "Young Master Chu, aren't you being far too overbearing?"
"These ruins belong to no one. My Ice River Valley and the Wind Lightning Pavilion discovered them together. What right do you have to stop us from entering?"
Chu Zhou turned to look at him, a faint smile still on his face, though there was not a trace of amusement in his eyes. "So you object."
As his words fell, a vast surge of heavenly realm soul pressure spread from his body like an invisible tide, instantly enveloping the entire area.
That pressure was not violent, but it weighed on everyone's heart like an invisible mountain, making even breathing difficult.
Some of the weaker Ice River Valley disciples turned deathly pale on the spot. Their knees trembled, and they could barely remain standing.
The Ice Venerable's face alternated between livid and pale as he roared, "Chu Zhou, you've already offended the Hall of Souls and the Heavenly Underworld Sect, yet you're still acting so overbearingly! Aren't you afraid of..."
Before he could utter the word "death,"