The corners of Shi Qingyun's eyes trembled slightly, but he did not open them. He merely spoke those words calmly, still sitting cross-legged in the void.
He had detected these people long ago, but in his eyes, they were merely cannon fodder sent out to die, and he had no interest in them whatsoever.
"You're with those people who attacked me before, aren't you?"
"Let me guess who sent you here to cause trouble."
"The Lei Family of Thunder Province? Unlikely. So many Heavenly Gods died in that battle. They should still be licking their wounds."
"Then you must be from the Immortal Palace?"
"It could only be you!"
Shi Qingyun paid no attention to the people below, who were itching to act. He simply spoke to himself in the void.
Yet his words grew increasingly icy, and by the time he finished, chaos divine thunder could vaguely be heard exploding behind him.
His eyes snapped open, golden light shooting out from within, as though cleaving chaos apart and dividing order and laws.
He rose slowly in the void, his bare feet treading on empty space, where great dao imprints could be seen flashing past.
The pressure of the Divine Fire Realm poured down like a mud dragon plunging into the sea, its boundless crushing force pressing onto the cultivators in an instant.
Their movements immediately stalled, and cracks like spiderwebs appeared in the void beneath their feet.
"We're all in the Divine Fire Realm. How can the gap be this enormous?"
"It's like rivers measured against lakes and seas, a mayfly looking upon the blue heavens. We're not on the same scale at all."
"Even if we fight until our Daos crumble and our souls perish, can we really defeat a monster like this?"
A trace of self-doubt surfaced