The air across the entire Treasure Pavilion plaza seemed to freeze, and those Martial Immortal powerholders who usually reigned supreme in their respective territories appeared so insignificant at this moment. Countless cultivators involuntarily held their breath, beads of fine sweat oozing from their foreheads.
"Th-this... is this the coercion of a Martial Ancestor?" A Martial Immortal elder from a second-tier sect trembled in his legs, unconsciously crushing the teacup in his hand without even realizing it. Scalding tea dripped between his fingers, yet he felt nothing at all.
Nanmings Lie, the First Elder leading the Nanmings Clan, gripped the armrests of his seat so hard his knuckles turned white. This Martial God Peak powerhouse, who stirred the winds and clouds in Jiangnan Province, was now as nervous as a youth facing his master for the very first time. "For three hundred years I have cultivated bitterly, thinking Martial Immortal Peak was already the peak of strength..." he transmitted bitterly to his clansmen beside him. "Only today do I realize that we are merely frogs at the bottom of a well."
Chapter 122