The domineering words silenced all the powerhouses at once.
"Who's that? So arrogant."
"Saying something like that in front of so many seniors-is he tired of living?"
"What a big mouth!"
A handful of those who knew nothing sneered.
But when they saw the apprehension on the Old Antiques' faces, and the Reincarnators' expressions as though they had seen their own fathers, even the stupidest among them understood something and shut their mouths.
"Thud!" "Thud!" "Thud!"
Just then, terrifying booms sounded again, as though someone were pounding hard on a door, accompanied by rhythmic shouts.
"One! Two, one... put your backs into it!"
"Who designed this lousy door? Don't let me catch you someday, or you'll get what's coming to you!"
"Uh, Old Tun, give me a hand and ram the door. Just once. Once it opens, I'll leave and never come back. Really. If I'm lying, my son's a dog."
"Dad, could you swear on my Second Uncle next time? Spread it around a little." A cheeky, babyish voice rang out.
No sooner had it finished speaking than-
"Clang!!!"
With a terrifying metallic crash, one of the two doors burst open. A savage gust of yin wind swept out, blowing a towering peak directly ahead to pieces and filling the sky with flying sand and stones.
The force seemed so terrifying that even the points where the door was fixed to the void had been torn apart, leaving it hanging crookedly.
Everyone watched, dumbstruck.
Although everyone knew that the doors had little connection to the Restricted Zone itself and had merely been built by later generations for convenient entry and exit, or in hopes of adding another layer to the seal.
Still, the doors of a pseudo-restricted zone dated back at least to the early Dao Prosperity Era, all