"Oh, and then?" Xu Zimo continued asking.
"No matter what, it was wrong for you to seize something from our Divine Sun Sacred Sect and even kill this old man's disciple.
"Do you truly think there is no one left in our Divine Sun Sacred Sect?" the old man snorted coldly.
"It seemed there really was no one among the younger generation of the Divine Sun Sacred Sect. Now that the little one has been beaten, the old one has stepped forward."
Xu Zimo shook his head and smiled. "As for seizing it, treasures under heaven belong to the virtuous.
"Weren't you also seizing something from the Four Demons of the Southern Sky? You even pinned the hat of village extermination on them and took the chance to hunt them down."
"Sharp-tongued. Say whatever you want; with this old man here today, you will not be able to stir up much of a storm."
The old man said indifferently, "Hand over the Weak Water Pearl. As for you, come back to the Divine Sun Sacred Sect with me.
"Let your True Martial Sacred Sect ransom you."
As soon as the old man finished speaking, a boom rang out.
The space behind him exploded outright, and vast Immortal Might pressed down from around him.
The old man's white robes fluttered without wind. His gaze was deep, with flowing light flickering within it, as though a sky full of stars were revolving there.
The space around him kept shattering, unable to withstand this aura.
The old man stretched out his right hand. That great hand transformed until it covered the heavens, blotting out the sun overhead.
It reached for Xu Zimo.
"Little Wonton, come out and receive our guest."
Xu Zimo chuckled softly and swept his right hand through the air. A