Inside the hall, Ren Ye glanced calmly at the old man in blue robes and the distinguished young man following him, then slowly lifted his wine flask and poured himself a drink, seemingly unconcerned by what he had just said.
He looked composed, but inside, he was panicking like mad. He had long expected this meal to be anything but pleasant, but he truly had not expected an old-and-young duo to come looking for trouble, rather than the Heavenly Prides of his own generation at the banquet.
One was in the Sixth Grade Dao-Touching Realm, and the other was at Fifth-Grade Great Perfection... Fuck, wasn't this bullying an honest man?!
Also, when the Little Bad King had surveyed the hall earlier, he had noticed a detail. Although the dozen or so Heavenly Prides at the banquet, including Mora and Tan Pang, had fallen silent when the pair entered, seemingly astonished by their arrival, the Park District Lord's discerning eye had easily caught the excitement in their fleeting expressions and the anticipation they could barely conceal in their eyes.
What did that mean? It meant they had known all along that this old man and young man would appear at the banquet and challenge the Divine Monk's Successor. That was why they were excited, why they were looking forward to it.
Fuck, these bastards all came to watch me make a fool of myself, and they might very well gang up on me... Heh, these lunatics from Chaos really don't have a fucking shred of martial honor. They sure love strength in numbers. Ren Ye understood the situation perfectly and was urgently thinking of a countermeasure.
At the head seat, Mora looked surprised and hurried over at a trot, bowing again to the blue-robed elder and the young man. "Senior Martial