It was truly enraged!
It seemed as if the next moment, someone’s blood would splatter right there.
Everyone held their breath.
"What if I say no?" The White Tiger Great Demon’s mouth twisted into an exaggerated curve.
Upon hearing this, a barely perceptible but mocking smile emerged on Shen Yi’s face as if he’d heard some ludicrous joke, "You... say no?"
In an instant, a deafening roar echoed throughout the entire hall.
The table supported by the palms of the White Tiger Great Demon collapsed in a flash, and its elbows slammed into the cloud-patterned tiles, causing even the towering Mount Yu to tremble violently a few times.
It struggled desperately to rise, but under the slender palm above its head, its majestic demon body was tensely strung, veins bulging as if about to burst, yet it couldn’t get up even an inch.
Shen Yi, looking down at the White Tiger, said nothing, but his gaze made his intention clear to the onlookers.
It was as if he were asking the tiger why it dared to meet his gaze directly.
This utterly unexpected scene made it so quiet in the great hall that one could hear a pin drop.
Daozi of the Blue Sea Sect still had her fingertips at her forehead, but the long rainbow was fading.
She quietly swallowed.
If this youth were indeed an elder disguised as young, that would be one thing; but if he were truly as young as he appeared, then Western Hong’s power might have far surpassed what the South Hong Seven Sons imagined.
The remaining cultivators from Western Hong, including Yunhe Sect’s Daozi, all looked at each other.
This White Tiger Great Demon couldn’t even force the other party to use their Dao Soldier and was firmly suppressed on the ground, rendering them unable to discern the youth’s identity.
Now, it was clear that the other party was definitely not a cultivator from Western Hong; they just didn’t know how prestigious his identity was.
Just then, as if sensing something, Shen Yi glanced slightly toward the dome.
His action that seemed ready to crush the head of the White Tiger Great Demon paused for a moment. As the White Tiger was almost breaking down, he finally, leisurely, withdrew his palm.
Shen Yi stood up straight, his gaze fell on the dancers, and he lightly nodded, "Continue."
Immediately, as the White Tiger suddenly raised its head, a black boot neatly stepped on its face, pressing it back down.
Without deviating his gaze, barely even bothering to look at the White Tiger, Shen Yi’s indifferent voice gently echoed, "You also have the right to say no before me."
Between words, his boot idly rubbed against the face of the White Tiger.
He then nonchalantly walked over it.
With his black robe fluttering, his tall figure strolled unhurried past a row of long tables, moving toward the chief seat.
Such arrogant and presumptuous actions finally completely enraged the three elder members of the White Tiger’s kind.
Without any words, the three Tiger Demons, though in human form, burst forward like real tigers, vanishing on the spot.
Everyone sighed in unison in their minds; today’s events had truly escalated, only hoping that the Dragon Consort would spare them from her wrath.
However, Shen Yi, appearing unaware of the danger, didn’t falter a single step.
In an instant, three booming sounds exploded again.
The three demons that had disappeared were now, neatly, thrown to the ground, rolling several times in disarray before barely stabilizing.
Under everyone’s stunned gaze.
A beautiful woman in a feathered long dress silently stood behind Shen Yi, also not deviating her gaze, seemingly indifferent to the three fierce Tiger Demons glaring from the ground.
Shen Yi reached the chief seat and lazily leaned back in it.
With his right arm casually resting on his knee, he looked down at everyone with a more apparent disdain in his dark pupils.
But when Yu Lan obediently walked up behind him, kneeling to massage his shoulders, the posture seemed all too natural.
The Glazed Green Phoenix Clan actually consented to assume such a servile stance!
And from the look on their faces, they even appeared quite pleased, with no hint of discontent.
Shen Yi poured himself another cup of fine liquor, leisurely swirling the goblet, finally allowing his gaze to settle on the several furiously but cautiously glaring White Tiger Great Demons.
"Those of you who are dissatisfied, bring your clansmen and seek me out at the Glazed Green Phoenix Clan."
"Come anytime, and remember to bring more people."
"I’ll be waiting for you."
The youth finally didn’t hide the scorn at the corner of his lips, simply finishing his sentence, then his gaze returned to the dancers of the Dragon Palace.
He withdrew his smile, "Now, go."
From the beginning to now, this was the only sentence Shen Yi genuinely wanted to say.
Host a feast under others’ watch—it’s just not too convenient.
Having found a good opportunity and a suitable identity, he was blocked just as he was about to enjoy himself in the end.
Luckily, it was also an acquaintance with a decent Demon Force.
Believing in the character of these Tiger Demons, once they left the waters, they could give him a pleasant surprise.
Good things come to those who wait; let’s let it simmer for now.
However, what puzzled Shen Yi the most was still the Dragon Consort, who had clearly noticed what was happening here and wanted to save these Tiger Demons, yet why didn’t she show up directly or send someone to intervene, instead opting to remind him so subtly by manifesting her essence?