Xie Xuanwei's gaze finally sharpened.
A corner of his gentle facade was finally torn away, exposing the true aloof arrogance beneath.
"I call you Azure Abyss Marquis out of some regard for the Great Jin Immortal Dynasty."
"You're merely at the level of number one hundred and one on the Heavenly Ranking, with the same Nascent Soul late-stage cultivation. Who are you putting on airs for?"
At those words, the surroundings fell silent.
Below, on both sides of Vermilion Bird Great Dao, the many cultivators who had been watching with bated breath took on strange expressions.
A glint of dark light flashed through Qing Chen's eyes as he listened.
"Very good." Those words sent an inexplicable chill through quite a few hearts.
What he needed was not a useless wretch who would kneel and beg for mercy, but a whetstone hard enough for his purpose.
Their qi mechanisms and divine soul powers intertwined in the night sky. Before either had truly struck, the spiritual qi above Vermilion Bird Great Dao had already begun to twist into chaos.
Azure-white dao light and somber blood qi probed, coiled around, and tore at each other in midair, leaving many low- and middle-tier cultivators below pale-faced, their chests constricted.
Suddenly, a golden formation pattern lit up in the direction of Jade Capital Mountain.
At first, that formation pattern was no more than a thread, but it soon unfurled like a celestial river. Immediately afterward, fine spiritual light appeared almost simultaneously across the formation towers and cloud gates throughout the Imperial Capital's Inner City, and the magical restrictions on its palace complexes and city walls.
Layer upon layer of spiritual light descended from the heavens, forcibly confining Qing Chen's and Xie Xuanwei's auras to midair before they could fully unleash them.
Someone high above cried