Wang Qingyang's actions had completely exceeded everyone's expectations.
So much so that everyone froze where they stood.
The burly cultivator, Tong Jiao, Gate Master of the Hundred Refinements Gate, could not help roaring in fury:
"You court death!"
Yet as his furious roar rang out, the light on that third-tier Heavenly Thunder Seed suddenly brightened!
Tong Jiao abruptly shut his mouth.
His furious eyes bulged as he glared at the composed young woman, but he could only force himself to endure.
The leisurely, supremely confident expression on Ke Mo, Prefecture Lord of Phoenix-Kirin Prefecture, also darkened in an instant.
He could not help gritting his teeth and clenching his fists, his Law Power surging like ocean tides.
But then he relaxed them again.
He took a deep breath, struggled to calm himself, and said gravely:
"Fine! We'll step back, but doing this is meaningless. Do you think you can escape from here with that?"
"On the vast Emperor Pole Continent, Nascent Soul cultivators emerge in abundance. Even if you overseas cultivators seize the Void Refinement inheritance, the limits of heaven and earth mean you cannot possibly break through to Spirit Transformation. Instead, you'll bring a catastrophe upon the forces behind you!"
"When everyone rises up to attack you, have you considered that outcome?"
Ke Mo earnestly tried to persuade her.
Yet what made him frown inwardly was that this overseas female cultivator offered only one sentence in response:
"I'll count to three. If you still won't leave, then the fish will die and the net will break!"
"Three!"
The Heavenly Thunder Seed before Zhao Feng's forehead grew ever brighter. No one doubted in the slightest that it might explode the next instant.
Ke Mo's words caught in his throat!
Tong Jiao, however, flew into a rage and bellowed:
"I am