Xu Wendong's words were like a clap of thunder, exploding in everyone's ears with a "boom."
In an instant.
The crowd was as if frozen by an immobilization spell, plunged into an eerie silence!
Then, like a powder keg ignited, it erupted into a deafening uproar.
The townspeople whispered among themselves, their faces showing complex expressions.
Some were full of shock, others wore expressions of anger, and still more had deep disdain written all over their faces.
An old man with a wrinkled face furrowed his brow into a tight knot, the creases on his face seemingly voicing his displeasure.
He glared at Xu Wendong, his voice hoarse as he roared, "You're simply talking nonsense! The Cultivator Association is the mainstay of the entire cultivation world, how many years it's been as steady as Mount Tai, how can a snotty-nosed kid like you topple it?"
"I think you're just drunk on a momentary victory, speaking big without considering your own weight!"
