“Impudence! You dare attack me? This act of yours has violated our sect's rules again!” Zhao Long looked at Chen Feng, his face looking slightly uncertain. However, an atmosphere of rage quickly rose up from his body.

He was a sect elder, with 5 Lightning Tribulations under his belt. And yet, he had failed to handle a Concealed stage disciple in front of so many people. If news of this were to spread out, he would suffer a severe loss of face. He would likely not have the courage to face the other elders too. As for some of the elders who opposed him, they would ridicule him to the high Heavens.

No! I must capture this kid! Otherwise, I will have no face to keep staying in the sect. After thinking that, Zhao Long suddenly brought out a sword. This sword in his hand had a restrained sword luminescence and bolts of lightning kept flashing across the edges of the sword. Even though Zhao Long had not made a single move, Chen Feng could sense their surrounding space freezing.

“Be careful! The sword in his hand is a grade 7 Prized artefact. He definitely did not refine it on his own. At present, the strongest magic treasure that you can wield is the grade...