Sensing the oppressive atmosphere of the Sacred artefact, the soldiers that were radiating killing intent stopped in their tracks. They were indeed strong. When fighting together, they could even kill cultivators that were of a higher level than them. However, in the face of absolute power, their combat prowess was absolutely worthless. Should a fight erupt, the ding could squash them all just by pressing down on them. There was absolutely no questions about that.

“Old Yao, do you really want to go against our Skypond Faction? Do not forget, you have yet to recover from your injuries,” Zhao Ming said coldly as he stepped forward.

“If you want to attack, just attack. This old man is not the kind of person that you can scare off.” As he had decided the take action, Old Yao spoke frankly. At any rate, he had yet to kill any of Skypond Faction’s disciples. Although the other party was a great orthodox sect, it would not trouble someone like him over such a trivial issue.

“Attack! Hurry up and attack!” Zhao Tian shouted.

Throughout it all, both Chen Feng and Jian Xiaotian had remained silent. They had simply been observing how the situation would develop.

Zhao Ming hesitated for a moment before shouting furiously, “We’ll...