The entire region sank into an eerie silence. No one dared speak aloud; those who communicated relied on their divine senses.0

Yu Zhengyang's face turned grim. He never imagined Liu Wuxie would actually memorize more than a hundred thousand books he flipped through. Just moments earlier, he boasted he would kneel, call Liu Wuxie "grandfather," and resign his post as elder.0

Now the tables had turned, and everyone saw who the real clown was.0

"Liu Wuxie, don't push it!" Yu Zhengyang roared, his voice trembling with rage.0

The surrounding disciples fixed their gazes on Liu Wuxie, waiting for his response. By reason alone, Liu Wuxie ought to stop here. He had secured victory; pressing further would only deepen the feud. Most expected him to give Yu Zhengyang a way out and soften the conflict.0

Instead, Liu Wuxie's eyes locked onto...0