"Senior," the cultivator prompted, bowing lower and instantly erasing the smirk from his face.
"Alright. I will go in and meet your Patriarch," Lingtian declared, drifting slowly down from the sky toward the boiling peak.
"It seems some people are dissatisfied with me," Mo Lingtian thought to himself as he slowly raised his head staring directly at the boiling mountain peak.
He opened his left hand summoning the death flame as it burnt with a dark-greyish colour. Then with a slow deliberate push forward he released the flame, breathing the corroding flame all over the mountain peak as the lava slowly turned pitch black evaporating with violent thick fumes.
"Senior...!" the cultivator exclaimed as he tried to stop Mo Lingtian but he was violently pushed by the aura of the of the death energy around him.
"Dao You, be careful so the extreme yang energy won't burn you to death. Let me help your sect get rid of this treacherous place," Mo Lingtian yelled with a smile as the noise coming from the death flame glazing the entire mountain peak and the lava it was submerged in erupted across the entire sect.
"Senior, please have mercy," the cultivator said kneeling on the air and bowing face down.
"Oh....." Mo Lingtian said finally retracting the death energy.
"Senior, I..." the cultivator stuttered before a space rift opened behind him cutting him short.
"Senior, forgive him, he was just trying to test our new guest," a voice came from the rift as an elderly cultivator stepped out. He was clad in a robe adorned in a mix of red and white dye, his skin was wrinkled, dry and worn-out and his hair was coloured in a mix of silver and black.
"Test me? It seems like a lot of people are dissatisfied with me," Mo Lingtian said as he watched more cultivators of the Eclipsed Sun Sect fly closer to watch the confrontation between him and the elderly cultivator.
"The Eclipsed Sun Sect has always given respect based on strength. It's only normal for him to see for himself why an outsider deserves such respect from even the Patriarch," a cultivator said as he shot higher into the sky hovering at the same level with Mo Lingtian and the elder.
"And who might you be?" Mo Lingtian said looking at the cultivator whose eyes were closed and arms crossed, exuding an imposing aura.
"You're an outsider after all, who doesn't Senior Hua Ting," some of the cultivators hovering in the lower parts of the sky muttered sneering at him.
"I am Hua Ting, the chief disciple of Eclipsed Sun Sect," he replied opening his eye-lids.
"Don't be rude," the elderly cultivator said to Hua Ting pretending as though he didn't endorse his rudeness.
"One at the early stage of the immortal pathway, the other at the late stage of the immortal pathway, a few qi refining and Dao realm practitioners below," Mo Lingtian said as he glanced around from Hua Ting to the elderly cultivator and then to the cultivators hovering below.
"Dao You, just let this matter slide. It's just as you said, many people are dissatisfied with you," the elderly cultivator picking up Wang Ping's twin from his kneeling stance on the air.
"Senior, I indeed just wanted to test you, I didn't know...." Wang Ping's twin said feigning innocence before he was cut short by Mo Lingtian.
"Since you all don't trust your Patriarch's judgement, I'll be happy to earn my respect with my own hands," Mo Lingtian said as he put both of his hands behind him.
"Now you're talking, do you want to take on me first," Hua Ting said as he ignite a red flame in his right hand.
"Everyone of you here dissatisfied with me, the notorious outsider should come at me together at the same time. If you're afraid of confronting me here, the next time I see you running your mouth, even your Patriarch won't be able to save your life," Mo Lingtian declared as five short needles appeared in his left hand.
"What an arrogant brat," Hua Ting, the chief disciple yelled as he swiftly dashed towards Mo Lingtian attacking him with the full force of his flaming palm strike.
Mo Lingtian simply pointed two fingers at him, releasing the five needles engulfed with his death energy towards him. In an instant, his golden body was shattered leaving little to no resistance to the penetrating needles.
"Halt!" Mo Lingtian commanded, freezing the needles just inches away from the five distinct vital areas on Hua Ting's torso.
All the cultivators hovering below stared at Hua Ting, their revered chief disciple frozen mid-move not because of the needles but because of fear, the fear of how close he was to instant swift death if those needles had not stop sent paralysed him, leaving his flaming palm hanging barely within the range of Mo Lingtian.
"If you're not an immortal, get lower," Mo Lingtian commanded, stomping his foot on the air as he released the basic immortal gravity law. All the cultivators hovering below immediately got swatted down to the ground by the weight of the pressure, their bodies faces and bodies pressed violently against the earth threatening to reduce them to muddles of pounded flesh and blood.
"You dare," the elderly cultivator said as he conjured a gigantic bright ball of boiling lava that exuded an unnaturally high heating temperature.
"Fall!" the elderly cultivator yelled as he rose higher into the sky controlling this giant mass of lava as it fell head straight towards Mo Lingtian who just stood there, calmly watching in amusement rather than fear or anxiety.
"Senior," Mo Lingtian said to the chief commander who was still in deep meditation within his sea of consciousness....."I'm about to take a full strike from a late stage immortal, aren't you worried?" Mo Lingtian said chuckling.
"Get over with this, there is something we need to discuss," she replied nonchantly without even opening her eyes.
"Alright," Mo Lingtian said chuckling as he released all forty-three needles arranging them in a coiling-tunnel like formation.
"Where I'm from....." Mo Lingtian said as he transversed death energy all over the needles making them vibrate with killing intent..."This is called the coiling sword art," Mo Lingtian said releasing the needles towards the descending giant mass of lava.
With a violent swirl, they coiled and rotated, creating a vortex of penetrating needles as they charged violently towards the boiling ball of fire. In an instant, the entire massive was decimated, leaving nothing between their rapid forward attack and the elderly cultivator.
The elderly cultivator took a step back in the air, trying to avoid the charging vortex of golden needles but they were just too fast to evade.
With an impulse movement of his right palm, he condensed a massive blazing palm of fire, it's size was enough to hold more than a hundred people at a time. It immediately breached the open space between him and the approaching vortex of needles, launching a counter-attack after his boiling mass of lava had been decimated by the needles.
"That won't change anything," Mo Lingtian said as he stretched his finger forwards, forcing the coiling vortex of needles to swirl even faster and sharper.
The descending palm of fire was immediately breached and torn through like a thin-piece of parchment, leaving several holes in it as they continued their race towards the elderly cultivator.
Just when the vortex of needles were about to also engulf the elderly cultivator, Mo Lingtian halted their movement as the elderly cultivator froze in the air, sweating profusely as he also tasted the dread that fell upon Hua Ting when the needles flashed death before his eyes.
Retracting his fingers into a fist, Mo Lingtian summoned the needles as they flew slowly towards him flying under his right sleeve.
"Is there anyone who is still dissatisfied with me?" Mo Lingtian said looking at Hua Ting who was now kneeling on the air still panting as his heart drummed nervously and then to the cultivators in the ground who were still pinned by the basic gravitational law he was enacting.
"Senior....." the elderly cultivator said as he bowed down drifting closer to Mo Lingtian..."We have realised our mistake," he continued bowing down even lower.