The just-relaxed atmosphere instantly turned tense and confrontational again. Shangguan Yi, seated at the head, narrowed his eyes, a fierce cold light flashing in his pupils, sweeping around like a hawk.
"Who is speaking?! Step forward!"
"Do you think I'll step forward just because you ask? I won't!"
The mocking words echoed among the crowd, instantly making everyone realize something was amiss.
This disdainful tone didn't seem like something a participant could say.
Being at the main altar of the Demon Sect's Heavenly Summit, even the most arrogant black-market tycoons had to show respect to Shangguan Yi, let alone those disciples of low status on the outskirts.
And the voice came from the outskirts of the crowd!
Everyone's gaze swept around like radar, but they couldn't pinpoint the elusive source of the voice.
"Where's the scoundrel, hiding his head and showing only his tail?"
