Turning to Hong Yuan and You Mengtian, whose faces were grim beside him, he said, "Fellow Daoists, this fellow is extremely arrogant. We must teach him a lesson and show him his true colors!"
After Song Yeyun finished speaking, Hongyuan and You Mengtian nodded with livid faces.
The two of them kindly pleaded on Chen Tianwen's behalf.
Unexpectedly, Chen Tianwen scolded him in front of all the representatives of Qingzhou forces.
If they just swallow their anger.
From now on, the two major sects can disregard their reputation.
“Chen Tianwen, I’ll give you a chance. Cut off your own arm, apologize to both of us, and then personally kill He Jiuhong to appease Alliance Leader Song’s anger. Then I can pretend nothing happened.”
Hongyuan said with a gloomy face.
Seeing this, You Mengtian nodded: "If you cut off your own arm as an apology, I, the sect master, can pretend that this never happened!"
“Chen Tianwen, I advise you not to be ungrateful. Apologize to us now. It’s the only way out for you and the Divine Sword Sect!” Song Yeyun chimed in.
It was clear that the three were about to attack Chen Tianwen at the slightest provocation.
The crowd below the stage panicked.
Even a Nascent Soul cultivator's attack would affect them.
Not to mention the three Nascent Soul cultivators attacking together.
I'm afraid that the aftershocks of the battle alone will be enough to kill any cultivator below the Nascent Soul stage in the main hall.
Of course, those above the Nascent Soul stage are not much better off. Although they won't die, they will definitely be seriously injured.
Not to mention, if Chen Tianwen resists, the four Nascent Soul cultivators will fight each other.
The aftershocks spread throughout the entire city.
The city of Sifang is now filled with the elite forces of various factions in Qingzhou.
When the four Nascent Soul cultivators clash, it will surely plunge the city into chaos and suffering.
The main forces of each faction will likely perish in the aftermath of their battle...
Therefore, they dared not run away and could only try their best to resolve the conflict between the three of them.
But after all, they are of low status and their voices carry little weight.
Moreover, the three sect leaders are currently in a bad mood, so they can only advise Chen Tianwen, who still seems calm and composed.
"Sect Leader Chen, please don't make any more mistakes. Apologize to the three of you."
"That's right, don't let your words drag us all down."
"Sect Leader Chen, you were in the wrong. It was just a matter of cutting off your own arm; it'll be a matter of taking a bone-regenerating pill afterward!"
"If Sect Leader Chen truly cannot produce the Bone-Regenerating and Life-Saving Pill, we can pool our resources and give it to you..."
The crowd below the stage, their faces long and mournful, began to complain to Chen Tianwen with various excuses, trying to force him to agree to Song Yeyun and the other two's conditions by cutting off his own arm.
However, faced with the three men's coercion and the complaints and pleas of the crowd, he remained unmoved.
Chen Tianwen remained calm and composed, looking at the crowd and the three sect leaders on the stage as if he were looking at a group of mentally challenged people whose brains had not fully developed.
A moment later, Chen Tianwen spoke up, "I'd like to see what you three good-for-nothings can do to me."
This news got out.
The representatives from various factions in the audience were completely dumbfounded.
"A madman! He's absolutely insane! How could the Divine Sword Sect have chosen such a madman as their sect leader?!"
"Don't just talk about him. The people of the Divine Sword Sect are all madmen. Just like that Xia Anyu, who actually dared to draw his sword against the Demon King. The disciples are mad, the sect leader is mad, the Divine Sword Sect is a mad sect!"
"The Divine Sword Sect has really ruined us..."
The crowd's voices grew desperate.
At the same time, some cultivators with low cultivation levels and a fear of death seized the opportunity and began to flee outside the main hall.
They were terrified that if the others started fighting, they would become the victims of their battle...
"You don't know what's good for you!"
Upon hearing Chen Tianwen's mockery, Song Yeyun let out a cold snort, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.
He turned to Hongyuan and You Mengtian and said, "The three of you, I think we don't need to give him any more face. Let's attack together, shatter his primordial spirit, and then send people to slaughter all the high-ranking members of the Divine Sword Sect. Send the male disciples to be used as medicine men and the female disciples to be used as slaves!"
Hongyuan and You Mengtian remained silent.
But the cold glint in their eyes indicated that they had agreed to Song Yeyun's proposal.
"Chen Tianwen, you have insulted our three great sects! Today, we will shatter your primordial spirit and destroy your dantian, making you wish you were dead!"
After Song Yeyun finished speaking with a hateful voice, he unleashed his full power as a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, pressing down on Chen Tianwen.
The other two followed behind Chen Tianwen, unleashing their full-body pressure.
Of the three, Song Yeyun is in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, Hong Yuan is in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul realm, and You Mengtian is in the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm.
The combined might of three Nascent Soul stage cultivators was enough to crush a mountain peak a thousand meters high.
Even someone at the Nascent Soul stage would suddenly experience pressure three times greater than their own.
They can only unleash less than 80% of their full potential.
Movement and thought processes also become very slow.
The moment the three men's aura appeared, a gust of wind swept through the hall, and many runes lit up on the walls, flickering on and off, on the verge of shattering.
At the same time, a look of horror crossed everyone's face.
Cultivators whose cultivation level is below the Nascent Soul stage are completely unable to move under this pressure.
Meanwhile, cultivators with cultivation levels above the Nascent Soul stage were also restricted in their movements. Let alone flying or escaping into the air, they would be lucky to even jog under the immense pressure.
Those who were fleeing now only wished they had eight legs.
The once magnificent and imposing main hall of the city lord.
To everyone else, it seemed to take so long.
Unlike the others who were fleeing in panic, Chen Tianwen, who was in the center of the oppressive aura, smiled and slowly stood up from his seat.
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