The atmosphere on the field had grown heavy and quiet, so silent that even the sound of a needle dropping could be heard.
"Jiejiejie... Sorry, no, let me try that again... cough, cough."
Qi Yuan let out an awkward laugh.
He was at a loss for words, wanting to crack open Old Man Shenlei's skull to see what exactly was inside his brain.
What virtue or ability did he, Qi Yuan, possess, a mere weak and helpless Divine Child Cultivator, to be compared with an all-knowing and almighty god?
"Ladies and gentlemen, this was unexpected. Old Man Shenlei is a dear friend of mine; I saved his life, and his trust in me is normal."
The Martial Lords watched Qi Yuan with disbelief in their eyes.
Among them, the gaze of Hei Lu Martial Lord held a hint of coldness.
"I think he's been brainwashed by you, the Heavenly Venerable. Even an all-knowing, almighty god can't do that, so how can you?"
Many Martial Lords stepped forward and spoke up.
"Does saving a life justify ignoring the facts?"