Facing the overwhelming force of the Qianyang Emperor Body, Li Yang was not affected as Mu Zangfeng and Tu Nine Provinces had been.
He could not explain why himself. Watching Holy Son Qianyang unleash his emperor's pressure, he only found it utterly laughable.
In his eyes, Holy Son Qianyang was a mobile cannon, firing wherever he went and accepting anyone who met his standards for looks.
He could find nothing worthy of awe in a man with no bottom line whatsoever.
Ning Xi, beside him, was unaffected as well.
Her gaze toward Holy Son Qianyang still held undisguised disgust.
Li Yang knew Ning Xi hated men who disrespected women, but she hated Kun Cultivators who willingly became dependent appendages and lost themselves even more.
Such as the women in Holy Son Qianyang's harem.
"You-you can't possibly be unaffected!" Holy Son Qianyang clearly struggled to accept that Li Yang and Ning Xi's auras and expressions remained unchanged.
"Why should we be affected?" Ning Xi cut in coldly. "In my eyes, my senior brother is far better than you. Why should I be influenced by you? Scum like you can only attract withered flowers and willows."
"I'm inferior to him?!" Holy Son Qianyang's expression twisted. "Whether it's looks, physique, status, or background, what does a prancing clown like you have that could possibly compare to me?!"
Holy Son Qianyang would merely laugh off being called scum or a beast.
But what confronted him now was the undisguised disgust and disdain in a stunning Kun Cultivator's eyes, along with her admiration for another Qian Cultivator.
That was what he could not accept.
After all, his greatest pride was his charm. Strength came second.
"I don't deny your advantages, but which of them did you earn yourself?" Ning Xi found Holy Son Qianyang rather