"You've witnessed the sanctuary powerhouses? Why are you all standing there foolishly? Do you think I have no temper, or has the most basic respect gone?"
Wind Snow Daoist stepped forward, and the pressure from the holy see expanded once again, making many want to bow and pledge allegiance, estimating that if a sanctuary powerhouse became angry, everyone would die.
A few moments later, those of throne realm had knelt down with a thud; among the tens of thousands present, only a few hundred were unafraid.
A half-step Saint Seat Powerhouse looked around, frightened but unwilling to give up the opportunity: "Let's all go together, with so many semi-saints and Quasi-Saint Powerhouses, we might not be a match for a single sanctuary powerhouse!"
However, as soon as he finished speaking, a divine skill from Wind Snow Daoist struck him. Despite immediately putting up defenses, it had no effect, and he was quickly sent flying.
