At the center of Vast City, there was a huge plaza that could accommodate hundreds of thousands of people, serving as the venue for the centennial event’s opening ceremony, and this place was particularly crowded. Moreover, those who could be here were the pinnacle influences from Heaven and Earth Lake.
To have a seat on this plaza, one must be a member of a Four-star Influence.
Even so, the positioning for a Four-star Influence was strictly limited, generally not exceeding ten.
And at the very center of this plaza were members of various Four-star Giant Influences, as well as powerful groups invited from outside Heaven and Earth Lake.
"Who arranged these seats?" Bu Ling sat in his square chair, holding his tea, occasionally glancing beside him.
Beside him sat a dozen people with unfriendly expressions.
They were the Xia Family!
The enemy that had been struggling with Hidden Dragon Sect for hundreds of years!
Accompanied by Bu Ling’s complaints, other members of Hidden Dragon Sect followed up in whispers.
Sitting shoulder to shoulder with enemies really made them uncomfortable. Many among them had crossed swords with each other. They’ve inflicted considerable injuries to one another, truly becoming arch-enemies.
Just then, a burly middle-aged man turned to Bu Ling with a cold smile.
"Oh? Vice Sect Leader Bu Ling, do you have objections to the Hundred Sects Alliance’s arrangements?"
"You!"
Bu Ling was about to anger, clearly he just mentioned something casually, yet the other turned it into an accusation against the Hundred Sects Alliance.
Trying to condemn him!
Bu Ling, just about to stand up to argue, was stopped by Bainian Hanshan beside him.
Bainian Hanshan, with a cold expression, retorted, "Xiahou, I heard your son died? Tsk tsk, and your backing Situ Xiuneng was slaughtered too?"
"Hmph! This matter definitely has Hidden Dragon Sect involved, once the centennial event ends, I’ll settle scores with you. And what if my son died? I’m not only your father of one son. Even my most untalented brat is better than your family one? Bringing her here, don’t you feel embarrassed?"
Xiahou was infuriated by Bainian Hanshan’s words.
Saying anything harsh, every sort of offensive words were uttered.
Bainian Hanshan snorted coldly, glancing unintentionally at Bainian Xiang beside him, then angrily said, "Dignified Patriarch of the Xia Family, reduced to seeking vengeance on the juniors, don’t you find yourself a bit ridiculous?"
"Ridiculous? You don’t allow discussing your brat’s lack of talent? Bainian Hanshan, have you muddled up? Others praising Bainian Xiang’s talent, those are flattering words, taking your face into account, you actually believe your brat has good talent?"
"Don’t be too excessive!"
"Excessive? More excessive things are yet to come, if you can’t hold back, feel free to make a move, I’ll respond as a grandson. If you dare not make a move, you’re a grandson! Oh right, forgot to inform you, Xia Jin may be gone, but my other son Xia Ye already has one foot in Half-Step Divine Profound Realm. Why don’t you surrender? Give half your territory to my Xia Family, I’ll offer you a few hundred years to recover. Otherwise, your Hidden Dragon Sect’s next generation will have no successors."
"You!"
Bainian Hanshan abruptly rose.
Xiahou hit him where it hurt.
The Hidden Dragon Sect’s next generation indeed struggles, not meeting Four-star Giant Influence standards.
This was an issue that had been bothering him, and unexpectedly, Xiahou publicly declared it in front of so many people today.