At those words, the atmosphere on the platform instantly grew tense.
Majestic divine might spread from Yun Qing, pressing down like the vault of heaven. No one present dared make a rash move; they could only weigh their options in silence.
"Damn, why is Eldest Brother becoming more and more like Her Majesty? Just looking at him scares me." Among the Yun Clan, Yun Jinglei theatrically rubbed his arms, making the other cultivators around him see red.
Scared, my ass! We're the ones who are really scared!
Ji Lingri snorted coldly and turned her face away. Ji Shuyue's hand paused slightly as he toyed with his thumb ring. Raising his head, he cupped his hands from afar. "Fellow Daoist Yun, your bearing surpasses even that of days past. Congratulations."
Everyone's hearts tightened. They forced polite smiles and joined in with hollow courtesies.
"Young Master Yun's divine might is extraordinary." "Most impressive, most impressive."
Their words were courteous, but their eyes held nothing but wariness.
The only exception was the North Pole Ice God Palace's group. Those cultivators, normally as cold as frost, were all glaring at Yun Qing.
On the Bear All Things Spear, "Bing Xixi" dangled helplessly from the tassel, swaying back and forth.
Yun Qing had actually hung their Ice Lord's incarnation on his spear as a trophy!
This was no mere provocation. He was practically riding on the faces of everyone in the North Pole Ice God Palace, slapping them over and over.
Those handsome, coolly ethereal faces were now slightly twisted with extreme fury. Their clenched knuckles had turned white, and the killing intent in their eyes had almost taken solid form. Their feet, however, were remarkably honest about their fear-as though rooted to the spot, not one of them dared take a step forward.
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