Liu Zexian and her family remained utterly calm, their expressions unchanged despite the suffocating tension in the hall. Slowly, she lifted her head, her eyes sharp as blades, and asked in a steady voice,
"So now, are you trying to bully us with your so-called high cultivation realm?"
Her words cut like a knife through the heavy silence, yet she did not stop there.
She sneered coldly. "You think you're strong, don't you? In truth, your pathetic self, hides under the borrowed glory of a thousand-year-old clan. Without that legacy, what are you? Nothing more than an old coward pretending to be great."
Gasps rippled across the hall, but she pressed on mercilessly.
"If you think this pathetic display of force will intimidate me, then you're gravely mistaken. Old dog, you're wrong."
