The furious curses and rebukes all fell upon the six Taoist disciples, the six Harmonization God Monarchs.
These Supreme Remnants of Yu Hui were undoubtedly arrogant, looking down upon the world.
Now, seeing disciples who feared the enemy like tigers, their disappointment was hard to conceal.
Magic cultivation, although it doesn't require actively seeking battle, should not fear war!
This is the cold, endless starry sky, where lack of power or inability to use power calmly and rationally means a cultivator is unworthy of living.
Silence enveloped the surroundings.
The Supreme Remnants of Yu Hui expected these disciples to show shame, to admit their mistakes immediately, and then wholeheartedly commit themselves to the battlefield that would decide the sect's future.
However, the surroundings were calm, each Harmonization God Monarch showing indifferent expressions, unwavering despite the scolding.
What are they thinking?
"Rebellious disciples!"
"What are you doing..."
