As his words fell, the entire place descended into a deathly silence.
Although the words had been spoken, being called out so openly and directly by Su Bei, leaving no room for face-saving, made things exceedingly difficult.
The Origin Sect Elder's face turned livid. He opened his mouth as if to say something defiant, but a sidelong glance at the deathly pale Ling Zhan made him swallow his words.
At this moment, all the Elders and Sect Masters of the Ten Great Sects who had come to South City gathered around Ling Zhan. Witnessing Su Bei actually dare to strike, a chill ran down each of their spines.
They exchanged glances.
Dan Wuque pressed his lips tightly together, staring dumbfounded at the scene unfolding before him, his small fists clenched, the single tuft of hair on his head drooping listlessly.
Tong Xiu, who had rushed over, wore a calm expression, but his eyes concealed an undeniable shock and a hint of admiration.
