"You really are useless. Since you can't get in, what are you guarding this place for?"
Xu Zimo said blandly.
Hearing Xu Zimo's words, several people's expressions shifted slightly, but they were not in a position to lash out.
"We may not be able to get in. Why not have the Holy Son demonstrate it for us?" someone nearby retorted sharply.
"That would convince us."
"If I enter, I enter. If I do not wish to enter, then I do not enter. I need not prove anything to anyone, nor do I need your approval," Xu Zimo said blandly.
"Everything I do is merely according to my own preferences. Did you hear that, trash?"
After being humiliated by Xu Zimo like this, the disciple's expression turned ugly. He struggled to restrain himself, unwilling to meet Xu Zimo's gaze.
"I'm asking you a question, trash," Xu Zimo continued.
"I heard you," the disciple said through gritted teeth after a moment of silence.
Xu Zimo swept his gaze around before saying, "And the rest of you, know your places.
"If any of you are dissatisfied, I'll be in the sect. You may challenge me whenever you wish.
"Beat me, and the position of Holy Son will be yours. Don't just stew in your resentment."
Only when the many core disciples around him had all fallen silent did Xu Zimo sneer disdainfully.
"Cowards!"
He walked up to the Life and Death Cave. One entrance meant life, the other death.
Xu Zimo thought for a moment before ultimately stepping into the Death Cave.
Beautiful things could never last forever.
The instant he entered the cave, he stepped into empty air. It was as though there was a bottomless abyss inside.
His body went weightless as he fell downward.
It was pitch-black within, and Xu