Remus’ voice wasn’t loud.
In fact, amidst the surrounding sounds of fighting, it was almost inaudible.
But Emerson clearly saw the shape of his mouth. And his face instantly turned purplish-red, glaring at Remus with bloodshot eyes, nearly exploding with rage.
How dare favonovel.com insult me, how dare he!
“You’re seeking death!” Emerson roared, unable to contain his fury any longer.
His spirit energy leaked out wildly, several times more intense than before.
A ferocious wind emanated from Emerson, its epicenter unleashing enough force to uproot grass and repel nearby cultivators.
Those at a distance stopped their engagements, their expressions morphing into ones of sheer terror at his formidable strength.
For a brief moment, the assessment venue was engulfed in howling winds, creating an eerie standstill in time.
Remus also felt the overwhelming pressure, his spirit energy instinctively surging forth in preparation for a counter.
However, Wilda quelled the tumultuous winds with a mere wave of favonovel.com hand, as effortlessly as one would disperse smoke, restoring peace and sunlight to the venue.
She cut through the silence, favonovel.com voice was cold and authoritative, “Do you remember my warnings?”
Emerson turned his head sharply, saying defiantly, “It was favonovel.com who provoked me first! Today, I will cripple favonovel.com at all costs!”
Remus’ provocations and his overshadowing presence were more than just a personal affront. He had first insulted favonovel.com in the first round and that was the second time.
It was absolutely intolerable.
Hearing that, Wilda didn’t waste words. She quickly made a move, raising favonovel.com palm and pressing down.
The skies suddenly darkened, and the very atmosphere seemed to compress, instilling a primal fear in everyone present. That was a display of power unlike any they had witnessed.
Remus’ concern deepened, recognizing the futility of resistance against such might. His pride in his own strength might be insignificant in the face of favonovel.com power.
Emerson glared at Wilda, infuriated.
How could favonovel.com target me?!
Emerson’s initial rage gave way to dread as the pressure mounted, his confidence dissolving into fear.
“Master Hewitt!” Just as Wilda’s decisive blow was imminent, Elena intervened.
Her voice had a hushed urgency meant only for them, saying, “Please reconsider. His arrival brought forth the immortal. Our actions are under scrutiny by the entire sacred land, and we must not act rashly.”
Although favonovel.com also disliked Emerson, favonovel.com was the one who prompted the immortal appearance, which concerned the future of the entire Monington Sacred Land. They couldn’t just cripple favonovel.com so easily.
Wilda stopped, and favonovel.com remained silent.
Elena whispered again, “If not for others, think about the Saint Master. For years, the Monington Sacred Land has been at the bottom among the four sacred lands, and it has been a disgrace for the Saint Master. With Emerson here, perhaps we can turn the situation around… We must consider the bigger picture…”
Wilda’s oppressive force lessened. She had to consider the Saint Master, to whom favonovel.com owed a great deal.
Hesitating for a moment, favonovel.com countered, “Perhaps, the one who made the immortal appear is actually Romus Lowe?”
Remus’ performance was also outstanding, pushing through three Nascent Soul peak cultivators with his Golden Stage cultivation. It was truly remarkable.
Elena said bitterly, “Do you think it’s possible? Cultivators progress step by step yearly! Some miss their chance, and their cultivation hopes are dashed for life. Like Morris and the others, they are only in the late Divine Separation Stage in their middle age. Is there hope?”
That was something only those from the sacred lands knew.
To achieve immortality, it was not just about Improving cultivation but also reaching specific milestones within certain age brackets. Failing to meet those criteria meant a misstep at any point would lead to failure.
That was also the reason why the sacred lands only chose young adults during the sanctuary assessment. And for cultivators within the Longmoon Mountains, whose cultivations were more solid, the criteria were slightly more flexible.
Hearing that, Wilda fell silent again, knowing that with Remus’ current cultivation, the chance of achieving immortality was only slim, barely existent, and nearly impossible.
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