Faced with Ye Wanjie's ocean-vast aura, no one present voiced another objection. Not a soul dared utter a word of dissent—but that was only on the surface.
Behind their backs, nearly all the Immortal Forces except the Evergreen Daoist Sect harbored resentment and displeasure toward such overbearing conduct.
The elder leading the Heaven-Fighting Sacred Land's delegation was especially resentful, his gaze venomous. Yet he kept his head lowered, burying that hatred deep in his eyes.
He understood the enormous gulf in strength between himself and Ye Wanjie.
If he dared reveal even a trace of discontent, he would likely be taking a trip to the Yellow Springs today.
The young prodigies were also seething inside. This man was simply too despicable.
Relying on his peerless cultivation, he had disregarded the rules and completely overturned their earlier plans.
Yet they lacked the strength to change anything. It seemed... only by crushing this so-called Young Master of the Ye Family in the Dao Discussion Conference's various contests could they dispel the hatred in their hearts.
After all, in their eyes, the Ye Family's Young Master, Ye Tian, was ultimately just a five-year-old child.
His talent shook the ancient ages and dazzled the present, unrivaled across past, present, and future. That was true—but he was still only five.
He had accumulated far too little experience. This was probably his first venture into the world beyond the Eternal Ye Family, too.
He simply could not compare with seasoned veterans like them.
They were, after all, young men in their twenties. Whether in knowledge, breadth of vision, or accumulated experience, they far surpassed this five-year-old child.
Moreover, they were all renowned young Supremes, successors to their respective Immortal Forces, widely versed in ancient texts, unrivaled in strength, and formidable in cultivation.
Nearly all were peerless