The East Kunlun Mountain, which was bursting with auspicious energy just moments ago, has now become eerily silent.
"I want to see who has such audacity to demand the disciples of the Sanqing Sect to be mere stepping stones!" Tongtian erupted in fury, unleashing an immense aura.
For a time, all the guests present felt a chilling murderous intent coupled with an extremely oppressive atmosphere, quickly permeating through the entire square.
The Saints gathered in the square and the various forces that had old ties with Li Qingming all stood up, gaze fixed upon the void.
"Hahaha, what's going on here? On such a joyous occasion, why does it feel as if we're facing a formidable enemy?" Suddenly, a clear, cheerful laugh sounded from behind the approaching wedding procession.
Xiong Da, dressed in a big red flower atop his head and a bright red saddle, stepped forward from behind the procession.
