"You!"
True Person Fangshan flew into a rage, the veins on his forehead throbbing.
His clenched fists crackled. "Boy, I'm afraid you haven't understood."
"In this world, being close to a Fusion Cultivator doesn't mean you get the final say."
"Whoever is a Fusion Cultivator gets the final say!"
Crack!
The refreshment table before Lin Ke shattered at once, scattering its food and fine wine across the floor.
A powerful wave of pressure thundered down upon the Golden Wing Sect cultivators.
Beside them, Dongfang Yao had just taken out the Golden Wing Sect robes and the Mystic Vein Book when the unexpected pressure pinned him to the ground, leaving him unable to move.
As for the other Golden Wing Sect cultivators-
Zhuge Qi Tian immediately frowned. "Senior Fangshan? You're an elder. Isn't it inappropriate for you to attack the juniors?"
As he spoke, he slowly released his own pressure, but it only allowed a few Golden Wing Sect cultivators to straighten up.
Clearly, however, True Person Fangshan had no intention of letting them off easily.
He pressed harder, increasing his pressure further.
A Golden Wing Sect cultivator immediately collapsed, and Zong Ya also bent low, unable to breathe.
Mo Tianji stirred the pot from the sidelines, not minding if things escalated. "Fellow Daoist Lin, why not let it go? After all, the venerable True Person might find it hard to save face."
Duan Jihong roared, "You old bastard! What kind of man bullies juniors?"
"I look down on-"
Duan Dongqing hurried forward, covered his mouth, and dragged him away.
Boom!
Unable to tolerate it any longer, Lin Ke rose to his feet.
His eyes turned deep purple in an instant.
Master Zhuang's Domain Spirit abruptly materialized, filling the entire Main Hall.
The tables and chairs before the Cloud Ink Sect