"..." The old man was speechless.
"..." So were the heavenly soldiers and generals.
Everyone else felt their scalps prickle at Chen Mu's maneuver.
What happened to being on the fifth level?
"He wants to become the Heavenly Emperor. Tell me, what level is he on now?"
"The eighteenth."
"The eighteenth?"
"The eighteenth level of hell!"
At that moment, almost everyone was certain Chen Mu would come to a bad end.
The Immortal Venerable's side could not indulge Chen Mu's whims without limit.
Whether mortal or immortal, everyone's patience had its limits.
Clearly, Chen Mu had already exhausted every last scrap of the old man's patience.
He raised his hand and swept it forward, not even bothering to speak.
He seemed to feel that he had been pitifully foolish to waste his breath arguing with Chen Mu over this.
Continuing like this would only drag the immortals' dignity ever lower. It was not worth it.
Upon receiving the order, ten heavenly soldiers and generals stepped forward, transforming into streaks of golden light as dazzling as shooting stars, hurtling toward Chen Mu.
They had decided to erase this young man who let his talent fuel his arrogance.
"Ah..." The old man sighed. "Heaven gave you a talent for cultivation, but it failed to give you a fully functioning brain or any breadth of vision."
He turned, preparing to return through the heavenly gate. There was no reason to remain here.
Bang! Bang! Bang...
An instant later, a series of sounds rang out behind him, as though something had burst.
The old man counted them clearly. No more, no fewer-exactly ten.
"..."
Judging from the horror on the faces of the remaining dozens of heavenly soldiers and generals, the old man could roughly imagine what the scene behind him looked like.