Xiao Tian deliberately did not press them using pressure power. Because he kept his aura from leaking out. That way, no one there would know his cultivation realm. That choice made the situation feel strange for the newly arrived party. They could see forty-eight people trapped in the air and on the ground, but they did not catch the pressure that usually accompanies such a lock. This made some parties have to observe more carefully, because the way Xiao Tian hid information about himself was clearly visible. Seeing his members trapped by Xiao Tian, Gong Liechen shouted in anger. “Xiao Tian, your courage is too great. Do you know the consequences of what you're doing?” Gong Liechen stood at the front line, his gaze sharp towards Xiao Tian. His aura stirred slightly, though he held it back from overflowing immediately. Behind him, the two princes from the other palaces did not cut in immediately. They let Gong Liechen speak first, as if wanting to see how Xiao Tia

While they were still talking, Xiao Tian stretched out both hands and yawned. The movement happened without haste, like someone who had just woken up from a light sleep. Xiao Tian did not speed up his breathing, did not straighten his standing position as if he was facing three great palaces. Instead, he made a relaxed movement, as if the conversation in front was no more important than his rest time. Behind him, Huixing and the others remained standing, yet they held back from moving without orders. Some of them held their breath, because Xiao Tian's too-relaxed attitude actually made the tension feel heavier. Then he closed his mouth. “First Prince, are you done discussing? If not, go ahead. Maybe I can sleep a little here to rest for a bit.” The tone was not seeking safety. The way Xiao Tian chose his words made his insult feel clear, but he said it without standing straighter or adding pressure. He only waited, as if what he saw in front of him was just a group of people

For those who lived under the palace's rules, that weapon was not just a battle tool. It was a symbol. A symbol of legitimacy, a symbol of power, a symbol that Gong Liechen stood above millions of other beings in his domain. Losing it in public was the same as tearing apart Gong Liechen's dignity, then stepping on it without hesitation. Yet what made the atmosphere even more suffocating was the fact that the weapon was treated like an ordinary object. Not seized with victory cries, not praised as a rare treasure, but used as a comparison with wine jars. That one sentence alone was enough to make the faces of several Elders present tense up. They clearly saw how the line that had been maintained by all parties, even in open conflict, was stepped on just like that without the slightest doubt. He even wanted to sell it to buy ten jars of wine. This was not just an insult. This was the greatest insult that could be thrown at Gong Liechen and the Eastern Sea Palace in front of tw

Gong Liechen warned Yan Shirong and Zhao Zhuying. “But you two have to be careful, don’t underestimate that kid.” Among the three princes, Gong Liechen was the one who had felt firsthand how dangerous Xiao Tian was. Not because of theory or other people’s judgments, but because his own body had already suffered the consequences of misjudging distance and strength. That warning was no empty words, but a reflection of a failure that still felt vividly real. Yan Shirong snorted coldly. “I’m not an idiot like you. Being able to snatch your weapon with bare hands means he’s strong.” Yan Shirong’s tone sounded unwavering. He did not hide the fact that Xiao Tian possessed real power, yet in his mind, that power still lay within manageable limits when they joined forces. That cold snort also signaled one thing; he had no intention of lowering his guard, but he also had no intention of backing down. Gong Liechen, Yan Shirong and Zhao Zhuying attacked Xiao Tian. Moreover, to distract Xi

Yan Shirong and Zhao Zhuying roared in anger. “You little scoundrel, you dare kill my Palace’s members, you must die!” That anger exploded without filter. The loss of two thousand men in a single attack made their anger mixed with shock that was hard to hide. Yan Shirong threw a round metal plate. At first the metal plate was only palm-sized. The object left his hand with a precise trajectory. No unnecessary movement, only a straight line aimed at a calculated point. The plate shot straight, not spinning randomly. From the way Yan Shirong threw it, it was clear he had already prepared its falling path, ensuring the plate was in a threatening position without needing to get close. However, when the plate was in the sky. The plate immediately expanded, growing to thousands of meters, even after reaching ten thousand meters, the plate still kept growing. The sky seemed to be covered by a giant metal surface. The shadow that fell pressed down on a wide area, making the air bel