The grand hall, once dead silent, echoed now with only the ragged breathing of the Ke Family Crown Prince, which rose and fell like the rumbling of thunder.
Shen Yi's current actions, if taken in the Immortal Sect, would be akin to slaughtering someone's Daozi and then slapping their head on the face of another Sect Master.
The Sect Masters were sitting quietly, but their robes were slightly fluttering. This was a sign of mobilizing their breath.
Even they had not anticipated that this feast would end before it even began.
Since entering the hall, every move made by Sect Master Shen had surpassed the imaginations of others.
It seemed that in his eyes, the Southern Dragon Palace was not as untouchable as the Seven Sons, but something that could be bullied at will.
But obviously, the Ke Family Crown Prince did not share this view.