Ji Heng was not quite as exaggerated as he made himself out to be, but he too split his Divine Thought into countless strands and sent them flying into heaven and earth.
With the two of them doing this, countless gazes instantly converged upon the hall. The void faintly warped and twisted as Dao Lords prepared to descend into the Present World in their Dharma Bodies.
Inside the hall, the atmosphere was terrifying. Killing intent filled every corner, making the air thick as paste, oppressive and heavy.
The two attendants behind Luo Yao paled and hurried to shield her, only to be pressed down by those towering waves of killing intent until they could barely remain standing.
Only Luo Yao herself remained still, her pretty face darkening further and further. The moment she saw Ji Heng and the others, she knew today's negotiations could go no further.
The Life-Ending Society produced nothing but lunatics who feared the world might not be chaotic enough. There was simply no possibility of communicating with them normally.
"..." Luo Yao drew a deep breath, turned to Chu Mo, and said coldly, "So this is your stance?"
Sitting in the seat of honor, Chu Mo spread his hands and said with an innocent expression:
"Please forgive me, Fellow Daoist Luo. I carry little weight, and my words count for little. I truly cannot stop them. Why don't you return for now? Once I have persuaded these fellow Daoists, we can discuss this again."
"Very well... if that is your choice." Luo Yao stared at him for a long time before saying slowly, "Youxuan, I will remember you. I will report everything that happened today to my sect exactly as it occurred. I hope you know what's good for you."
With that, she turned and left.