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By now, even those who didn’t understand the situation could tell that Song Changhe was using the Cloud Terrace Assembly as an opportunity to target Su Yi!
The atmosphere was increasingly stifled.
Yuan Heng transmitted, “Master, it seems Song Changhe won’t just let this go.”
Su Yi sighed in response. “It’s a pity. When establishing an ironclad rule, you need a sufficiently weighty chicken to intimidate the monkeys, and this Song Changhe person is ultimately a bit lacking.”
“.....” Yuan Heng didn’t know what to say to that.
When Meng Jinghai heard Song Changhe’s declaration, his eyelids twitched. He considered his words carefully, then said, “Then
 What did you have in mind, Fellow Daoist?”
“Rest assured, Brother Meng,” said Song Changhe. “The Five-Lightning Spirit Sect has no intention of ruining the Cloud Terrace Assembly over this. My request is simple: I want the person who made that declaration to take it back!”
He paused, then added coolly, “Then, I want him to apologize to the Five-Lightning Spirit Sect. If he does, I naturally won’t pursue the matter any further.”
Quite a few people glanced at Su Yi. However, Su Yi looked perfectly calm, as if he hadn’t heard a thing. He didn’t react in the slightest.
This left some of the old-timers speechless. Song Changhe made himself perfectly clear. Are you really going to pretend this has nothing to do with you?
An elder in ornate robes coughed dryly, then laughed, “It would indeed be wonderful if we could bury the hatchet here.”
Dan Yunqi.
He was the head of the Great Qin’s Qinghong sect, and he was an advanced cultivator of the Spiritual Manifestation Realm.
“The person who needs to apologize should step forth. Our time is precious. Don’t delay the Cloud Terrace Assembly’s proceedings!” said a dignified woman with her hair tied into a cloud-like bun. There was a hint of impatience on her beautiful face.
Madam Hua Ting, a grand elder of the Great Qin’s Hundred Flower Spirit Sect!
When they saw Dan Yunqi and Madam Hua Ting speak up, and furthermore, that they were obviously coordinating with Song Changhe, the other higher-ups’ expressions shifted inscrutably.
Gu Shandu and Cao Ying’s spirits soared.
Now that the top figures of so many factions had joined forces, how could Su Yi possibly refuse to lower his head?
By now, even their host, Meng Jinghai, understood the situation.
He realized that although Song Changhe’s actions seemed to target Su Yi, he and his allies were putting pressure on Meng Jinghai too!
After all, he was the one who’d convened this meeting.
If Su Yi refused to accept Song Changhe’s conditions, there was no way Song Changhe would agree to follow the rules and quell the flames of war.
If that happened, the Cloud Terrace Assembly would be meaningless.
Those old bastards! They’re actually seizing this opportunity to cause trouble? They’re obviously against my proposal
 Meng Jinghai sighed to himself.
He wanted to establish rules for the three nations’ various factions to follow. This would prevent in-fighting and mutual destruction, so it was supposed to benefit everyone.
But it was obvious that some factions didn’t want that!
Meng Jinghai could guess why. They wanted to use these turbulent times as an opportunity to expand their territory and forces!
What left Meng Jinghai flabbergasted was that even now, Su Yi seemed entirely unmoved. He just went on drinking on his own.
As if he didn’t even realize that he’d become the target of countless arrows.
It wasn’t just Meng Jinghai; the other higher-ups hadn’t anticipated that Su Yi would remain calm even after all this.
Finally, Zhu Kunyang couldn’t take it anymore. “Su Yi, all you have to do is lower your head and apologize, and this will all be over. We naturally won’t sink to Fu Yunlang’s level by pursuing him any further.”
He was the first to call upon Su Yi by name and demand that he apologize!
The atmosphere was instantly even more silent and oppressive.
Everyone looked at Su Yi, as if to see what he’d decide.
Just sitting next to Su Yi, Lan Suo felt the pressure on her increase, as if she were on a bed of needles. Her heart was on tenterhooks.
However, Su Yi just picked up his jug and poured himself another cup of wine. Only then did he look up and sweep his gaze across the gathered influential guests. “Aside from those who spoke up just now, is there anyone else who thinks I ought to lower my head and apologize to the Five Lightning Spirit Sect?”
His voice was as tranquil as water, without the slightest ripple of emotion.
But beneath the weight of his distant gaze, the influential guests felt a sudden chill, and they dared not look him in the eye.
When Su Yi’s gaze landed on Song Changhe, the leader of the Five-Lightning Sword Sect’s brow furrowed slightly.
“Young man, my Five-Lightning Spirit Sect has already demonstrated sufficient good will. So long as you apologize, we can put all this behind us. I urge you not to recklessly ruin the Cloud Terrace Assembly.”
His words were soft yet barbed, like needles hidden in a blanket. The threat was readily apparent.
Su Yi paid it no heed. His gaze shifted, sweeping over Zhu Kunyang and Yuan Shuo before landing on Meng Jinghai.
“You’re the one who convened the Cloud Terrace Assembly. And here I thought that, as our host, you’d display courage and decisiveness in the face of such a conflict. I’m truly a bit disappointed,” sighed Su Yi.
This declaration left the crowd flabbergasted.
No one had anticipated that when Song Changhe pointed his spear at Su Yi, Su Yi would turn around and rebuke Meng Jinghai!
Song Changhe narrowed his eyes. “Su Yi, are you hoping Fellow Daoist Meng will intervene?”
Meng Jinghai’s expression shifted, but a moment later, a solemn look came over his face. “Brother Song, don’t push people too far!”
Everyone was startled.
Song Changhe’s expression changed dramatically. “Fellow Daoist Meng, what do you mean by that?”
Meng Jinghai said coldly, “What do I mean by that? I called for this meeting out of consideration for all of us and our respective factions. I don’t want to see us destroy each other and dye the ground red with endless rivers of blood. But look at you, Song Changhe. You’re colluding with others to cause trouble!”
The atmosphere was deathly silent.
The influential guests could no longer remain seated.
“Fellow Daoist Meng, please, calm your fury.” Numerous others hurriedly tried to persuade him.
Not even Song Changhe had anticipated that Meng Jinghai would lose his temper
“Brother Meng, if I offended you earlier, I humbly request your forgiveness. Please don’t let your temper get the best of you,” Song Changhe said coolly. “Fu Yunlang harmed disciples of the Five-Lightning Spirit Sect, yet Su Yi is sticking out his neck on his behalf, and he went so far as to threaten us. All I want is for him to apologize. Is that really
 too much to ask?”
The atmosphere was increasingly tense.
Everyone could see that despite Meng Jinghai’s anger, Song Changhe had no intention of backing down.
Meng Jinghai furrowed his brow and was just about to say something when Su Yi waved him away. “Enough. I just needed to know where you stood on the matter.”
Meng Jinghai was stunned.
The others were beside themselves with confusion. What’s that supposed to mean?
Su Yi then picked up his jug of wine and got to his feet.
Then, he gazed at Yuan Shuo, who was standing beside Song Changhe. “Did you share my message with your leader, and if so, did you use my exact words?”
Yuan Shuo’s heart clenched beneath Su Yi’s deep, intent gaze. His expression shifted, and he said, “There’s no way I’d mess up something like that!”
He had more to say, but Su Yi had already looked away. This time, he gazed at Song Changhe. “It seems you’ve already made your choice.”
Song Changhe was visibly displeased. “What do you mean by that? Don’t tell me you plan to fight me here and now?”
Many other influential guests furrowed their brows as well.
The leader of the Qinghong Sect, Dan Yunqi, and Grand Elder Hua Ting of the Hundred Flowers Spirit Sect laughed coldly.
This Su Yi kid should have a look around and see what kind of place this is. Does he really think wiping out the Celestial Prison Demon Court means he can do whatever he wants?
Meng Jinghai instantly had an ill premonition. He hurriedly said, “Fellow Daoist Su, please, don’t be angry! I won’t just stand back and watch as—”
Before he could finish, Su Yi casually interrupted him. “This is between me and the Five-Lightning Spirit Sect. You’d best remain a bystander.”
As he spoke, he carried his jar of wine and walked over to Song Changhe.
His gait was leisurely and unhurried.
Whoosh~
The other guests sensed that something was amiss, and all of them rose from their seats, their hearts full of uncertainty. What exactly did Su Yi intend to do?
“Big Brother Yuan Heng, Young Lord Su
” Lan Suo was beside herself with worry, and her heart hung on tenterhooks.
Yuan Heng said calmly, “Miss Lan Suo, don’t be nervous. Master is just killing a chicken to warn the monkeys, that’s all.”
Lan Suo didn’t quite know what to make of that. “???”
“Su Yi, don’t tell me you plan to commit acts of violence at the Cloud Terrace Assembly?” When Su Yi passed Dan Yunqi, the leader of the Qinghong Sect couldn’t help but shout.
He wore ornate robes and a wide belt, and his bearing was extraordinary. He was a proper late-stage Spiritual Manifestation cultivator in his own right.
When he was angry, his presence was imposing to the extreme. Ordinary Origin Dao cultivators would have collapsed to the ground in terror.
However, Su Yi was no ordinary Origin Dao cultivator.
He’d long since polished his cultivation base to the pinnacle of the Gathering Stars Realm, and after two months of seclusion, he’d polished his Dao Heart to perfection!
How powerful had Qing Luo been? He was strong enough to defeat and kill the Spiritual Incarnation Realm Ying Que.
Yet not even he escaped death beneath Su Yi’s sword!
Given all that, how could Dan Yunqi possibly scare him?
“Noisy.” Su Yi didn’t even look at him. He just swung his sleeves and

Bang!!
First, the low table in front of Dan Yunqi burst into fragments of wood.
Immediately afterward, Dan Yunqi crumpled like a kite after its strings were cut. Then, the impact sent him flying.
Thud!
Dan Yunqi crashed to the ground several dozen feet away. Blood sprayed from his mouth and nose, and his aged face was instantly pallid. His entire body convulsed in agony.
The entire fell silent. Even the birds ceased their song.
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This scene left everyone startled. Their eyes widened and their jaws hung slack.
A single swoosh of the sleeves and a Spiritual Manifestation cultivator like Dan Yunqi went flying as if he were no more than an insect!
Who wouldn’t have been surprised?
Even more terrifying was that Su Yi didn’t care in the slightest what kind of occasion this was. He didn’t have even the slightest reservations. He just attacked.
The various influential guests’ hadn’t anticipated this at all!
When people of their level gathered to discuss important matters, they wouldn’t flip over the table and cast aside cordiality unless absolutely necessary.
The price of doing so was far too grave; they’d provoke the others’ ire and become their common foe!
However, Su Yi obviously didn’t care about that, and he wasn’t at all worried about the consequences of his actions!
There was one thing none of the other guests understood.
When someone was strong enough to fly off the handle and flip over the table, what need was there to fear the consequences?
“Young Lord Su, he
” Lan Suo was rooted to the spot, and her mind went blank. All she could think was, He’s as domineering as a god!