Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
“I would like to know what these two people are capable of, that they can win praises from the four Immortal Lords as well as have the four venerables compete with each other for them,” He said. ” Since they were given such high acclaim, I believe the disciples of the four Great Immortal Sects in the audience share this venerable’s view.”
A man in his thirties rose up and clasped his hands behind his back. His voice wasn’t too loud,but it was clearly spread around since it had a strong spirit energy breath, allowing the disciples of the four sects in the large square to hear him well.
“Indeed! We’d like to find out what’s so remarkable about these two cultivators from the world of mortals!”
“Right! Their apparition has caused havoc in our tournant. In that case, we might as well put them to the test and see what they’re capable of!”
“Indeed! Let us see what they can do!”
“Right! I agree with the venerable!”
A cacophony of voices erupted from all around below. As they grew louder and louder, the pressure and spirit energy breath carried by the sounds shook the air in the sky.
Feng Jiu and Xuanyuan Mo Ze narrowed their eyes. They sensed a change in the air’s vital energy and could not help but think: this was a form of atmospheric pressure created by the collective forces of nurous powerful exponents. One that has the ability to change the pressure of the air.
When the venerable saw this, he raised the corners of his lips slightly and smiled.
The venerable with the childlike face and the beautiful venerable, as well as the other two, frowned at the scene and thought sothing was amiss.
Feng Jiu raised an eyebrow and spoke to Xuanyuan Mo Ze by her side. “Why do I get the impression that these people want to bully us?”
“Don’t worry, I’m here!” Xuanyuan Mo Ze murmured as he put his arm around her shoulder. His dark eyes looked like two cold strobes shooting at the person who had initiated all of this.
The venerable turned to face Xuanyuan Mo Ze. But, after catching a glimpse of the man’s steely eyes, he couldn’t help but tremble and take a step back.
When he realised this, he looked at Xuanyuan Mo Ze with humiliation, walked forward, and approached him, saying, “Xuanyuan Mo Ze! I dare you to accept my sect’s disciples’ challenge!”
Feng Jiu barely curled the corners of her lips and smiled as she replied, “Why should we take up your challenge?”
“Yes, yes. Ignore him.” The venerable with a child’s face said. “Let’s go. I’ll take you to rest, and we’ll talk about other things later.”
“Wait!”
That venerable stood in front of Feng Jiu and Xuanyuan Mo Ze, shouting loudly. He looked at the two, then at the venerable with a child’s appearance. “Venerable Ling Mu, they have disrupted the tournant of the Four Great Immortal Sects. Does it seem appropriate to leave it at that?”
When Xuanyuan Mo Ze looked at the man, he spoke in a low, cold voice. “If you want to compete, you might as well co down and be my opponent!”
Everyone around them broke out in an uproar. They all gasped and thought that Xuanyuan Mo Ze was too arrogant. That man was the sect’s venerable, not just a disciple. How could he be weak if he was a Venerable? Wasn’t it a death wish to want him to be his opponent?
When Xuanyuan Mo Ze spoke, even the seated four Immortal Lords and the venerables around him were astounded. They did not believe he would have the gumption to make such a statent. Was he so self-assured or simply arrogant?
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