"It's Zhu Zhao! The Sword Sect's genius disciple!"
"Even Zhu Zhao was lured here. This kid is in for it!"
"Retribution! He deserves it!"
Seeing someone step forward to denounce Tang Yan, everyone felt immensely gratified.
Hearing the surrounding discussion, Tang Yan narrowed his eyes slightly.
The Sword Sect? Zhu Zhao?
As expected of the Sword Sect's foremost genius, the aura he exuded had actually reached fifth grade King Rank.
"This is our faction's signal flare. We didn't call you, so what did you come here for?" Tang Yan widened his eyes, looking utterly astonished.
"The Heavenly Selection Secret Realm holds countless opportunities. Your signal flare gives people the false impression that there's an opportunity here, seriously wasting everyone's time.
Kneel now and apologize to everyone, and I'll spare your life!" Zhu Zhao pressed his advantage mercilessly.
Tang Yan knew that if he answered poorly now, he could easily end up firing indiscriminately, insulting everyone and provoking public outrage.
So his reply could only target Zhu Zhao alone.
He immediately sneered. "What an outrageous joke. Which rule says signal flares aren't allowed in the secret realm? Does anything that displeases you give you the right to impose laws on the secret realm?
Are you the overlord of the Northern Spirit Realm, and everyone has to obey your wishes? Is this how the Sword Sect teaches you to behave?
Besides, I set off a signal flare, not your ancestors' ashes. Who are you to demand an apology?"
"Young Master Zhu, this really isn't Faction Leader Tang's fault. People have set off signal flares in every previous opening of the secret realm. Ultimately, we let greed cloud our minds. Let's drop this!" a clear voice rang out.
"Miss Nan Yue of the Star-Gazing Pavilion!" Cries of surprise rose from the crowd.
Zhu