Rumble—
Chen Xuan's icy voice carried an unmatched pressure that instantly enveloped the entire battlefield!
In an instant, the expressions of Taiqing, Yuanshi, Jieyin, and Zhunti changed drastically. They hurriedly withdrew their attacks and retreated, putting a safe distance between themselves.
The way they looked at Chen Xuan was filled with awe and fear!
Sect Master Tongtian also put away the Four Swords of Immortal Slaying. He gave Chen Xuan a slight nod, unable to hide the delight in his eyes.
Emmm... with Fellow Daoist Houtu holding the fort, this round is absolutely in the bag!
"Houtu, this is an internal matter of our Profound Gate. It has nothing to do with you, so please do not interfere!"
The Grand Pure Sage said through gritted teeth.
"Nothing to do with me?"
Chen Xuan sneered, his gaze sweeping over the four of them. "You fought openly in the skies above a Human Clan tribe protected by my Witch Clan, disturbing the Human Clan's people, and you still dare say it has nothing to do with me? The four Sages of the Profound Gate were suppressed by my Witch Clan once before. Have you learned nothing from it?"
Their faces alternated between green and white, and none of them dared to retort.
The suffering of being cast into the Eighteen Levels of Hell still remained fresh in their minds. The endless torment of karmic fire and the power of reincarnation had filled them with fear toward Chen Xuan.
"Xuanyuan is the Human Clan's Human Emperor, not something you can fight over at will! Understand?"
With that, Chen Xuan's gaze fell upon the infant in the wooden house below, and a trace of gentleness flickered in his eyes. "As for taking a master, he should make that choice himself. Do not continue making