The people from the Devil Sealing Immortal Sect had a drastic mixed expression as they fixed their eyes hard on Wang Xian.
He had asked them, the people from Xia Cauldron, to kneel.
The feeling and humiliation of asking them to kneel seemed like they were some beggars or slaves.
They had come to this real world, and they had been overlooking the people in this world, just like ants.
Now the ant who they had always regarded as such was asking them to kneel. Prideful as they were, they found it hard to accept it!
Sensing the frightful water energy around them, the middle-aged man in the center bellowed at Wang Xian with fear in his eyes, "You're half-step to Immortal, or..."
"Ants, your time is up!"
Wang Xian looked at the fourteen people who were altering their facial expressions. With coldness flashing in Wang Xian's eyes, he placed his palms together while the water swords in the air whizzed downward.
