Ouyang took another handful of sunflower seeds out of his Storage Bag and started cracking them.
He had thought Senior Brother Song had some trump card to back up that swagger. Was this it?
"My master is Tai'a"?
That did smack of using his background to throw his weight around.
But faced with the crowd, those words seemed remarkably effective. The Rogue Cultivators who had been surging toward the city gates stopped in their tracks.
This white-robed sword cultivator standing atop his flying sword claimed to be the Sword Sect Master's personal disciple. Didn't that make him a future successor to the position of Sword Sect Master?
The reputation of one of the Nine Great Sacred Lands was intimidating enough. Now a personal disciple of the Sword Sect had popped up too. Who would dare keep advancing?
The Rogue Cultivators turned their eyes toward Zhao Qiansun on the raised platform. Zhao Qiansun had not expected a personal disciple of the Sword Sect to be stationed at the gates either.
His mind raced, and Zhao Qiansun declared righteously, "Fellow Daoists, we aren't trying to threaten the Sword Sect. We're only making reasonable demands. All we need to do is sit quietly outside the gates. No resistance, just a sit-in. I'm sure the Sword Sect, as one of the Nine Great Sacred Lands, will give us an answer!"
The Rogue Cultivators around Zhao Qiansun nodded, about to follow his instructions and stage a sit-in protest.
"Who the fuck is demanding an answer from me?"
Tai'a's voice came from afar. Vast True Essence swept supreme Sword Intent out of the city toward the gates.
The Rogue Cultivators who had been about to stage a sit-in against the Sword Sect's tyranny were blown every which way by the surging True Qi, regardless of their