It didn’t take long before all experts here were staring at Li Qiye. Fierce wasn’t enough to describe someone who publicly denounced an eleven-totem High God.

“Such a big tone!” Suddenly, a voice detonated like the thunder across the sky: “Insulting my master will end in death!”

With that, a chilling aura froze everything and turned the world into one of ice. All the cultivators present shuddered. The weaker ones felt themselves turning into an ice sculpture.

The most terrorizing thing about this aura was the murderous intent within. It acted like a sharp knife scraping everyone’s bones. The pain forced everyone back, unable to withstand this murderous intent.

An old man...