The moment he finished speaking.
The gazes of the other Immortals fell upon him simultaneously.
They spoke at almost the same time.
"Surrender now, and we will spare your life!"
In that instant.
The world seemed to freeze. The ripples on the lake stilled, and falling leaves hung suspended in mid-air.
The Immortals' gazes combined into a great mountain, bearing down with an irresistible pressure that could crush anything in its path.
However, Hu Qi stood his ground, seemingly unfazed.
On his forehead.
A dark gold cloud-like marking flashed brightly.
The next second.
Hu Qi let out a light laugh.
"A pack of puppets controlled by fate dares to pass judgment on me?"
From Hu Qi's perspective, the Spirituality of these so-called Immortals was utterly clouded.
The threads of fate above each of their heads were thick and solid, deeply embedded within their bodies.
Compared to mortals or Cultivators, they were controlled more deeply by fate.
