Time seemed to freeze as all the cultivators watched Sam, challenging the corrupted patriarch Solheart with an undeniable confidence on his face.
'What the heck is wrong with me? Why do I feel so intimidated by a brat?' Patriarch Solheart observed Sam with a scrutinizing gaze.
Sam's figure ascended into the sky, and Patriarch Solheart narrowed his eyes in irritation.
He couldn't shake the feeling of being threatened by this seemingly audacious young man.
"Since the fifth forefather completed the task I gave him, there is no need to wait any longer," Sam announced, grinning as he surveyed the thousands of beasts below.
"What exactly is he planning?"
Every person in the area looked at Sam, expressing a sense of uncertainty about what to expect, realizing that the situation was now in the hands of this brat.
Sam produced a black stone with a peculiar symbol engraved on it. "Time to take control."
