President Wu's voice was very gentle, but in Yi Wusha's ears it was as deafening as thunder.

He wanted to refute, but he couldn't shout anything. The mountain-like pressure emerged from the old man in front of him, and he couldn't breathe at all.

Many warriors around him had disappeared at some point, and only he and the old man in front were looking at each other.

Yi Wusha looked up and looked up. One star after another in the sky was rotating, majestic, revealing the aura of ancient prehistoric times, and evolved into a star field. He was in this star field, as small as an ant, and his whole body shivered slightly.

A blood-colored star exploded, and the chaos aura surged, and Yi Wusha was instantly crushed into powder.

In the Baiyu Palace, Yi Wusha's body shook, his eyes widened, and his face was extremely horrified. He was gasping for breath, his clothes were soaked in cold sweat, and his face turned pale.

The warriors around him looked at him with confusion, not understanding why the extremely arrogant Yi tribe in front of him suddenly changed his appearance, as if he had experienced something very terrible.

"Director Wu Zhao calms down. The younger generation is ignorant. Please don't take it to your heart."

Silently, a tall old man in a golden robe appeared beside Yi Wusha. He bowed to the old man in the Daowu Immortal Academy, his posture was very low.

"Wusha, why don't you apologize to Senior Wu Zhao quickly!"

The old man in the golden robe scolded him, his tone was extremely stern. Yi Wusha stared at the old man in front of him, his fists clenched, his forehead was beating, and his eyes were filled with uncontrollable anger.

"No need, the younger generation is ignorant and can understand."

President Wu waved his hand, ignored Yi Wusha's glare, but just picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip, with no joy or sorrow.

Seeing his appearance, the old man with golden robe bent his waist lowered. He knew very well how terrible the adult in front of him was. Even if the leader of the Yi clan came in person, he would never dare to be so rude.

There was a silence around, and all the young warriors were stunned by this scene. It was incredible that the powerful imperial clan, who had always been arrogant, was so respectful in front of the old man.

It lasted for a long time, and until many people came outside the palace, Dean Wu put down the wine glass in his hand and looked at the old man in golden robe again.

"Young people are ignorant, and you older generations have great responsibility. I still say the same thing. Confidence is a good thing for young people, but it is not good to be too confident."

President Wu said lightly,

"I think your Yi clan should know better than me, the old guy. The battle between the Heavenly Demon Emperor was indeed the defeated party, but you didn't get any benefits either."

The old man in the golden robe did not dare to refute, so he could only nod and say yes. President Wu glanced at him and then turned his eyes to Yi Wusha.

"Young man, don't you know what you said just now is ridiculous? A single arrow will destroy the demon-killing emperor with both form and spirit. Not to mention you, even if the strongest person in your clan stands here, he will not dare to say such words."

President Wu sneered,

"I know you are very dissatisfied, but I can tell you that the pressure you felt just now was actually evolved by me using Taoism. The person who simulated it was the former Demon Slayer Emperor.
Chapter completed!