Chapter 2543

On the plaza, countless gazes swept over. Royal paragon cultivators possessed astonishing perception, so even Gresham's muttered words were as clear as if he had spoken loudly to everyone present.

Anger had clouded Gresham's judgment. Seeing the spirited Severin and recalling the painful loss of the Immortal Fate in the Starry Sky Battlespace, he already harbored strong hostility towards Severin. His words were merely an instinctive response.

However, both the guests present and Severin were royal paragons themselves, so they could naturally discern Gresham's dissatisfaction.

At that moment, as tensions rose once again in the plaza, an elder from the Primordial Sacred Land standing beside Gresham stepped forward. This man was tall and burly, around fifty years old, and exuding an aura as majestic as a mountain, indicating his status as a level nine supreme paragon.

It was none other than Philbert, who had previously expressed his frustration in the main hall of the Primordial Sacre