How could several Foundation Establishment Realm junior cultivators withstand such heaven-shaking pressure? They had long since collapsed to the ground, sweating profusely, their lips trembling as they failed to force out a single word.
The sensation of death, carrying boundless despair, invaded their bodies. For such a mighty figure of heaven and earth, even a single hair on his body could crush them to death countless times over.
Han Xuan's face was pale, and her eyes held nothing but fear. Even her thoughts seemed to have been stripped away, while her memories slowly seemed to be fading into oblivion.
She did not know why this had happened. Why was such a Heavenly Passage Grandmaster holding in both hands a mundane object given by Wu Hen? And that trench left by the sliding kick had carved an indelible mark into her heart.
This mighty figure seemed truly anxious, utterly unable to care about maintaining his immortal demeanor.
Especially that one word—"Insolence!"—which had already thrown their blood and qi into violent reverse flow. Their Immortal Dao Meridians felt as though they were about to rupture. Had he not held back, a casual word from him could have cast their immortal paths into darkness.
Rage filled the Supreme Elder's eyes as he coldly looked at the person who had dared jest about the Dao Ancestor. "Which faction's disciple are you? Who took you in? A mere Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator, yet you already look down on mortals?!"
"Making you guard the mortal realm was meant to temper your hearts, not to let you hold your heads high and run wild through the mortal lands of the Qian Kingdom."
"Didn't the Sect Main Hall teach you such simple principles?!!"
"Must this venerable one personally leave the mountain to instruct you worthless little cultivators?!"