Lu Yuan spoke slowly, his voice was not loud, but it seemed to contain some kind of magical power, which spread clearly to every corner of the hall, making the originally turbulent hall instantly quiet.
He leaned on the cold throne and adjusted to a more comfortable posture. His tone was as indifferent as if he was talking about a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him: "How dare Zi Yang, the old Taoist priest, dare to shout in front of me? Three hundred years ago, he was just a lost dog who escaped by chance under me."
These words were blurted out entirely based on the memory of the original owner.
But the effect is surprisingly good.
The expressions of His Highness's seven direct disciples all changed.
Although they had drained their master's cultivation, Demon Ancestor Lu Yuan had accumulated prestige for thousands of years, and his evil reputation had long been imprinted deep in everyone's soul. Seeing him so calm and composed at this moment, the fear originating from his soul began to grow uncontrollably again.
Could it be that... He has some other trump cards that we don't know about?
