The three True Immortal Realm elders behind the Grand Elder all stood at once.
Celestial power surged off them in waves, and their eyes locked onto Darian like blades. All it would take was a single word from the Grand Elder, and they would strike immediately.
Darian's face sank as well. The calm from before disappeared without a trace, replaced by fury that rolled off him in waves.
He rose slowly to his feet. Dark red demonic aura burst from him like a tidal wave, and behind him, the phantom of a ten-thousand-yard Demon Dragon took shape. Its roar shook the hall, and a killing chill flashed through his eyes.
"Grand Elder! Are you threatening me?!" Darian's voice scraped through the hall like ice grinding against ice, packed with savage force.
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