Everyone's Trump Card

"Haha, Fellow Daoist is too kind," Chen Su looked at him and nodded slightly, forcing a smile. However, anyone with insight could hear the indifference permeating his words - an attitude that held others at bay, making people's hearts turn cold. Their intuition warned them that Chen Su was not easy to get along with. 

"The Su Chen you all spoke of just now poses a grave threat to our ancient myriad races. If we don't eliminate him soon, I'm afraid it will jeopardize our Ancient Pact!" Chen Su said, scanning the area arrogantly. "Does everyone agree?"

"Well..." The white-haired elder who had previously spoken frowned, speaking slowly, "Isn't Fellow Daoist Chen worrying too much? Our goal today is the inheritance the World-Transcending Sword Master left behind. Su Chen is but one man - how could he oppose all of us here?"

"Indeed, Fellow Daoist Chen worries too readily!" another echoed. "It's just Su Chen. Isn't Fellow Daoist taking him too seriously?"