Everyone's complexion was pale, their eyes filled with horror.
Would today be the day they perish here?
None of them had expected that Eastflow Ancestor, whose reputation was known far and wide, would use his longevity celebration as a pretense to set up such a crazed and heartless trap, planning to refine all the guests to help him breakthrough his bottleneck and advance to the next realm.
Carson Flores suddenly spoke up, "Are you a Peak Golden Immortal?"
Watching the relaxed Carson Flores, Eastflow Ancestor sneered, "Yes, do you think you can use your master to pressure me? If he were here, naturally, he could kill me with one sword stroke, but unfortunately, he's not."
Carson Flores asked, "Today, with so many Sect Masters and Elders from various sects here, even if you kill us and ascend to a Heavenly Immortal, do you really think you will be without worries?"
