"All of you retreat, the Immortal Tomb is not for mortals like yourselves to covet,"
the Swordsman peered down at the huge hole below, speaking in a tone that brooked no refusal. He was considering the cultivators present, but his words had the opposite effect.
Immediately, the cultivators erupted with astonished curses.
"Why should we?"
"Who do you think you are, arriving and telling us to leave?"
"Are you from Heaven, acting so high and mighty!"
"This tone is too much..."
"Who is this guy...acting way too arrogant..."
The cultivators, confident in their numbers, were not intimidated; they cursed in a deafening uproar, as if to drown the Swordsman with their spittle.
"Father, who is he? He seems so powerful?" Chang Qianqian asked Chang Tianyou, her beautiful eyes filled with curiosity as she gazed at the Swordsman.
