Why hasn't the food been served yet Huh Oh, you're all waiting for me

Zhao Teng, like a maggot chopped in half, cried out frantically in the direction of the Old Daoist.

Over there, the Old Daoist, who was fiercely battling Liu Kuanglan, felt his mind slightly waver upon hearing this miserable shriek.

He turned his head for a glance.

He saw his highly anticipated disciple currently being stepped on like a dead dog. Three of his four limbs were gone, leaving only a bare torso squirming on the ground.

How dare you, you little brat!

The Old Daoist's eyes widened until they nearly tore. The aura around his body surged wildly as he tried to forcefully break through Liu Kuanglan's block to save him.

Your opponent is me!

How could Liu Kuanglan give him that opportunity?

Risking it all to endure a heavy blow from the Old Daoist, his chest caving in significantly, he still bit down hard and refused to let go. The sky full of wind blades transformed into a cage, trapping the Old Daoist firmly in place.

Liu Kuanglan! I will warn you one last time!

The Old Daoist looked at Zhao Teng wailing beneath Su Ji's foot, burning with anxiety, his voice laced with a thick threat.

Even if you don't think for yourself, think about the many juniors in your Listening Wind Pavilion who follow you!

If Zhao Teng dies today, my Imperial Court Mountain will surely trample your Listening Wind Pavilion flat! We won't leave even a chicken or dog alive!

These were nakedly malicious words meant to break his spirit.

As the master of a faction, the greatest fear was implicating the innocent and ruining the foundation.

However.

Liu Kuanglan wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, revealing a reckless, uncaring smile on his face.

In that smile, there was not a single trace of hesitation.

I built the Listening Wind Pavilion with my own hands. I have done right by everyone.

As for the consequences?

Old thing, have you misunderstood something?

Liu Kuanglan formed hand seals, and a cyan storm condensed behind him into a massive dharma avatar.

Does a faction leader need glory? Do they need to uphold justice?

As the Pavilion Master, I established the Listening Wind Pavilion single-handedly while holding onto ideals that ordinary people cannot understand. If I still delusionally hoped that my path would be acknowledged by everyone, that would be far too greedy.

I simply don't want to be a miser guarding his wealth!

Boom!

The two crashed into each other fiercely once again.

This time, Liu Kuanglan did not retreat a single half-step.

Living in this world, there will always be a day of defeat.

Liu Kuanglan's voice echoed within the storm, carrying a free-spiritedness that had seen through life and death.

I might lose, I might die, and the Listening Wind Pavilion might be destroyed.

So what?

He turned his head, looking at the youth in the distance who was raising his butcher's knife.

In his eyes was an unprecedented anticipation.

Hurry up!

I want to see if that legend is true!

I want to see exactly how an Immortal Venerable strikes across realms at an Immortal Emperor...

Liu Kuanglan laughed loudly, his laughter frantic, as if he wanted to laugh out all the suppression of his entire life.

I want to be the last one to attend the Emperor's Banquet, arriving late.

It was as if he could already see that scene.

In the jade pavilions above the Nine Heavens, at that grand banquet where all the heroes had gathered.

All the experts had already taken their seats, and all the Immortal Kings and Immortal Venerables had already raised their cups.

And he, Liu Kuanglan, would be the latest guest to arrive.

He would push open those heavy doors, looking at everyone's empty tables, watching those usually aloof big shots look at each other in dismay.

Then, completely satisfied, he would plop down into the highest seat.

He wanted to watch those people curse him in their hearts as a villain who got his way, wishing they could cut him into a thousand pieces, yet having no choice but to force out smiling faces toward him.

At that time.

He would unhurriedly straighten his sleeves, and then lightly ask:

Why haven't the dishes been served yet?

Ah? Were you all waiting for me?

How embarrassing.

Just thinking about this scene made one tremble all over, their scalp tingling.

Imperial Court Mountain?

Liu Kuanglan looked at the ashen-faced Old Daoist in front of him.

If I win this battle!

Let alone you, old thing.

Even the masters of your Imperial Court Mountain...

Will have to hold up their wine cups and come offer a toast to me!