Hong Wuji's words made the elder shake with anger.
He had lived for two hundred years, yet his cultivation was only at the First Level Venerable, which was indeed his sore spot.
But now, to have it abruptly exposed in a public setting, was undoubtedly humiliating.
And by a brazen junior, no less!
"Humph, let me see what gives you the right to be arrogant!" the elder coldly snorted, reaching out with his palm to form Fang Mountain, quickly pressing down.
The entire space made a cracking sound, seemingly about to split open.
The mountain formed by the palm was real and terrifying, more massive than an actual mountain, its tens of thousands of waves rushing forward, pressing down on Hong Wuji.
"Jumping clown, today I will show you what it means to be a Heavenly Pride!" Hong Wuji sneered.
Sitting there, still sipping tea, he raised his left hand, forming a sword with his fingers, and stabbed upward.
