Raymond Rhodes was fuming. Hearing this, he couldn't help but snap coldly.
"And who might you be?"
With that one question, he had just stirred up a hornet's nest.
In that instant, the smiles vanished from the faces of the Demon Cultivators hovering in the air, who had just been enjoying the show. Their expressions turned cold, and countless sinister eyes fixed on Raymond Rhodes.
Then they began to speak, one after another, their voices laced with menace.
"You old fossil from the Falling Snow Sect. You must be tired of living, daring to speak to our Lady like that."
"I'd say he's had his fill of living."
"That's right! If you want to die, just say the word. We'll be happy to oblige."
"The seasons are changing. I say we just raze this place to the ground and be done with it."
