Di Wudao glanced at the crowd, his gaze lingering on Jiang Yun for a moment, before speaking in an indifferent, icy voice that brooked no argument: "A mere Beigong Yu cannot stir up much trouble; he can be wiped out with the flip of a hand."
With that, an aura of unbridled arrogance that dominated the world surged from Di Wudao. At the same time, a terrifying pressure at the peak Heavenly Venerate realm burst forth from him, heavy and oppressive like an abyss or a prison.
Now that the curse and calamity had vanished, there was no longer any need to conceal things. Besides, that curse and calamity had not affected him much, even with the blessing of the Great Dao of this realm. Yet, his voice carried a hint of underlying insecurity.
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