"So, the seven of you want to make an enemy of me?"
Facing the seven strongest individuals in the Six Eastern Provinces, Ning Jiang cut straight to the chase, his words astonishing.
Countless faces in the crowd changed dramatically at his words.
They could hear it in his tone: for the Seven Great Kings to oppose him was an act of supreme foolishness.
Such a tone, powerful enough to swallow mountains and rivers, showed he didn't regard the Seven Great Kings in the slightest.
'Is this Ning Jiang insane? Where does he get the nerve to speak to the Seven Great Kings like that?'
Everyone was utterly shocked.
"What nerve."
The gazes of the Seven Great Kings turned cold, and an even more immense pressure crashed down upon Ning Jiang, threatening to tear him apart.
Yet, Ning Jiang's expression only grew calmer, his eyes as profound as the vast, starry heavens.
"I know why you're here. You want the Cultivation Technique I've mastered, don't you?"
