His eyes flared in anger as a strong killing intent leaked from his body. The room pressure increased drastically. If a normal person or a low-level cultivator were here right now, then they would have a hard time breathing in the room.
"Hah! How dare you call me a bastard! I am the patriarch of the Dark Clan!"
Nie Dao returned the same gaze with his own killing intent. His face turned dark after hearing the insults by Lord Jerark.
When Lord Jerark released his killing intent, it was still bearable for the maids and assistants of the elders who had an average level of cultivation.
However, when Nie Dao's aura collided with Lord Jerark's strong killing intent, it became rather unbearable.
Some of the maids felt a pain in their chest as they began coughing. The rest clutched their chest in pain, trying their best to bear the pain.
The elders shook their heads, disappointed, "Lord Jerark, patriarch, please sit down so we can talk properly."
