Huangfu Yiye boomed with laughter. "Hahahaha! Those people are just a branch of the Ancient Spirit Clan. My Taiyi Pavilion drove them out of the Eastern Profound Domain once before, and now, after some time to lick their wounds, they're merely trying to make a comeback. As for the Daoist School of Non-action you mentioned—do I look like I care about them? If the Celestial Profound Sect wasn't acting as a shield, I'd have wiped them out seven times over!"
His laughter was filled with supreme confidence, perfectly showcasing the aura of the Taiyi Pavilion's Pavilion Master—a man who could reshape the world with a flip of his hand.
Huangfu Yiye then snorted coldly. "So what if that Wild Dog Daoist from the Daoist School of Non-action is still alive? Let alone the masters of my Taiyi Pavilion, I, Huangfu Yiye, am more than his match."
Hearing Huangfu Yiye's words, Shen Junru couldn't help but ask in astonishment, "Senior Brother, your cultivation..."
