A Mental Spar With The Taixu Temple Lord, Please Take My Attack

"It's just a small thing, nothing to worry about."

Chu Kuangren chuckled.

Those words of his were spoken with a tone that was neither loud nor soft, but it was straight to the point.

The crowd of disciples outside the Distant Day Palace Hall had wanted to rebut at that statement but could not find the words to do so. 

In fact, they were rather speechless so to speak.

A few of the sky-prides even had a look of despair on their faces. They all felt begrudged and frustrated.

"With Junior Chu around, all of the sky-prides in this world have been reduced to mediocrity." The Taixu Temple Lord looked at Chu Kuangren and said.

"I … dare not deny the Temple Lord's words."

Chu Kuangren did not look humble at all.

It was because, from his perspective, that was truly an established fact. Even a Young Emperor would not be able to fight back if they were to face him.