The mountain wind was bleak, thinning the stench of seawater.
Li Qingfeng’s rather arrogant response not only reached the ears of the many Dragon Palace demons but also echoed in the ears of the South Hong Seven Sons Cultivators.
Both sides were caught off guard.
Clutching the Imperial Edict in their hands, the two from the Ke Family stared fixedly at the young cultivator below. They suddenly felt as if they had transformed from the distinguished Dragon Descendants into a lowly servant, tasked with inviting honored guests to a banquet—and one who had just been put in his place at that.
Could it be that the Nanyang Sect really thought they came here to cordially invite them to a drink?
Putting on airs in front of the Southern Dragon Palace?
"You, a Divinity Transformation Stage junior, what right do you have to speak in front of this prince..."
The Fifth Prince from the Ke Family growled lowly, and behind him, the numerous fearsome Great Demons also bared their fangs in unison. Their massive figures tumbled in the clouds, appearing as evil spirits that pervaded the sky, with overwhelming demonic energy.
"If the person who had come today were not the one holding that rag in your hand, but he himself inviting us, perhaps you would have seen someone with a higher cultivation."
Li Qingfeng raised his eyebrows, cutting off the rampant energy with a swift interruption. Under the watchful eyes of the demons, he sauntered into the Array, leaving behind his final, impatient parting words.
"As for now, get lost."
The many Water Demons still had vicious and fierce expressions, but their gradually softer growling made them seem somewhat comical.
Such a grand show of force, and yet they couldn’t even intimidate a junior at the Divinity Transformation Stage; in the end, they were even scolded pointedly—yet all the demons knew well that even though they could crush the young cultivator with a single finger, no one would dare to make a move today.
This was the territory of the South Hong Seven Sons. Should they truly come to blows, even if the Sect Masters didn’t step in, just a few Daozi would be enough to bury them all there.
How could these people dare to disregard the Crown Prince’s Imperial Edict!
And even go so far as to scorn it as a mere piece of rag.
The hands of the Fifth Prince from the Ke Family trembled with rage. As the Lord of the Southern Hong, when had the Dragon Palace ever been subjected to such humiliation?
He abruptly turned his head towards the other cultivators and bellowed, "Is this how the South Hong Seven Sons treat their guests?!"
Faced with such a question,
The expressions of the many Seven Sons Cultivators gradually became strange.
The earlier grievances now seemed to have transferred to the faces of these group of Water Demons, eliciting a sense of bullying arrogance from the powerful Southern Hong Seven Sects.
Although it appeared somewhat overbearing, this feeling was genuinely exhilarating for them!
The cultivators remained silent, exchanging glances.
The situation today seemed to mark the first time an Alliance Sect had taken a stance on a matter concerning the Dragon Palace.
Only no one expected that the Alliance Sect who would stand up would be the Nanyang Sect, a place that had been silent for years and had only recently begun to regain a sense of presence.
Whether Sect Master Shen was unwilling to show up or genuinely occupied, one thing was clear—the attitude displayed by the Nanyang Sect at this moment was completely incompatible with the notion of "negotiation."
Such a forceful demeanor had not been seen from the Nanyang Seven Sons for a long time.
They were always enduring, always prioritizing the greater good, engraving the adage that a lack of minor forbearance can disrupt a major plan in their hearts.
But they could not truly follow their original intention, to forthrightly tell someone to "get lost!"
Not until Li Qingfeng’s casual parting remark just now. This junior cultivator at the Divinity Transformation Stage, through his actions, let the many cultivators witness that these words weren’t so hard to say after all. And after uttering them, the people from the Dragon Palace could only ask questions in their frustration, and that was all.
In response to the Fifth Prince from the Ke Family’s questioning, figures suddenly sprang up from the crowd, followed by the second and then the third...
One by one, the Daozi stood suspended in the air.
Su Hongxiu looked down at her hand, and under the furious gaze of the Fifth Prince from the Ke Family, she glanced at the rag in his hand and said indifferently, "Or what? Do you want to die?"
While the other Daozi didn’t speak, they had already proven their stance by their actions.
Now that a Sect Master had made a declaration, according to the rules of the South Hong Seven Sons, the matter was considered settled.
In a fit of anger, the Fifth Prince from the Ke Family’s hand subconsciously tightened, wrinkling the Imperial Edict. Upon realizing his action, he quickly smoothed it out—with this decree being the only token allowing him to challenge the South Hong Seven Sons.
"Anyway, the banquet is already prepared. Since the Sect Master of Nanyang claims to be occupied, pfft, we will not insist. It’s better to be truly occupied, but if in the end you do not wish to attend the banquet, remember to send a message to inform my Southern Dragon Palace, so as not to waste everyone’s time."
Leaving behind a smug remark, the Fifth Prince from the Ke Family swept his gaze over the many Daozi. Under those indifferent eyes, he suddenly felt a chill down his back, and hurriedly bowed his hands before leading the horde of demon soldiers on the clouds towards the watery depths without a moment’s delay.
Only when the stench in the air had completely dissipated,
Did the many cultivators reluctantly withdraw their gaze from the Nanyang White Jade Platform—thinking that if a junior in the Divinity Transformation Stage could do it, then they might as well show off in front of the Dragon Palace. What a pity!
Although they had relished in their glory, the matter was far from over; ultimately, it would have to be settled by a direct confrontation.
It was just uncertain whether Sect Master Shen would actually attend the banquet.
The few Daozi exchanged glances with each other.
They were present during the prior meeting of the Sect Masters and knew what the outcome of the discussion was.
Truthfully, the Dragon Palace’s invitation was neither a big nor small issue.
It involved nothing more than the death of two Dragon Descendants, along with numerous Demon Generals and Dragon Palace kin. For others, it would certainly mean disaster, but Shen Yi had now officially become the Sect Master of Nanyang.