"Rong Zun is certainly being alarmist!" the leader snorted angrily, "A mere thread of consciousness lodged in an eighth-level resource, and it's supposed to find the spatial coordinates of the battlefields of the geniuses?"
"What do you know about space, you martial cultivators?" Rong Zun spoke with disdain, "I am the Ancient Sky Banyan, an eternal being of the space element. If I say I can, then I can. Do you have any objections?"
As he spoke, strands of terrifying aura seeped out from within Rong Zun's body, suppressing the five people with ease, despite the barrier of a spatial partition.
"I've given an explanation, believe it or not!"
"Now, I need to rest. Do not disturb me!"
"Rong Zun, you..." The leader's face changed, about to say something.
However, in the next moment, a flash of silver light passed by, instantly whisking the person away.
"Would any of you like me to send you on your way as well?"
Rong Zun said, in an annoyed tone.
