"Damn it, damn it!"
"How did that brat become so strong? So many of us went to surround and kill him, yet in the end we could only flee! What a tremendous loss of face—I'm furious!"
"If we didn't flee, what else could we have done? Stayed there and waited to be killed?"
"It seems we must invite those reclusive ancestors who have hidden themselves in the depths of chaos to kill this brat. Otherwise, he will surely become another Asura King in the future!"
The many experts who had fled from Lian Yue Pavilion gathered once more, each filled with righteous indignation, their fury blazing.
The superiority they had enjoyed for so many years made them feel utterly humiliated.
"Amitabha. When I return, I will report this matter to Shakya Buddha Ancestor in full and let his venerable self make a ruling!" Buddha Ancestor Tuoshan said.
"I will also report this matter to the headmaster of Spring Autumn Academy. Our Confucian Sect experts were killed—we absolutely cannot swallow this insult in silence!" the surviving Confucian Sect experts shouted as well.
In an instant, the remaining people all spoke up. Though they were Immortal Lords, they could only be considered middling among Immortal Lords. The truly powerful experts had not appeared. This time, they intended to return and embellish the matter, making Lian Yue Pavilion face a devastating blow!
"You all seem to be in high spirits. Did you have fun playing at Lian Yue Pavilion?"
Just as the crowd continued roaring in rage, a teasing laugh suddenly rang out.
"Fun? Fun my ass! Who is it, playing ghost tricks here?" An elder in the crowd turned pale with rage and bellowed.
"Heh heh, playing ghost tricks?"
With a soft laugh, a youth stepped lightly through the air, appearing abruptly