Whatever

Such a drastic move could only have originated from the Four Seasons Tower, and the one leading the charge was the head of the Four Seasons Tower’s Five Venerable Lords, Venerable Lord Sword.

Amidst the snow, Venerable Lord Sword’s gaze was as sharp as a fine blade; any snowflakes that fell through his line of sight quietly shattered, leaving nothing behind. His stare was almost solid; it was like his very gaze was a sword in itself. There was also something in his voice that was sonorous like a sword’s cry, tinged with a hint of the screams of tormented souls.

"Who are you? Why do you block the way?"

The tone was all impatience and agitation like he was spoiling for a fight.

A ninth-peak expert from the Chun Family was terrified and puzzled at the same time, "What did we do? How could we possibly be blocking the way? You’re obviously finding fault, speaking like this!"