Before his words had even faded, Yan Ji vanished from where he stood and cut across the sky, blocking the retreat of the Huaxia sects. Hovering in the air with a savage expression, he sneered repeatedly. "Trying to run? Since you've delivered yourselves to my doorstep, all of you will stay!"
The smaller sects that had originally stood at the rear immediately bore the brunt of the retreat. Some nearly crashed straight into the suddenly appearing Yan Ji, so frightened that they hastily drove their flying artifacts backward. The Huaxia sects instantly became like birds startled by the mere twang of a bowstring, thrown into complete chaos as they crowded together and futilely put up their guard.
At the sight, quite a few lords from the various nations burst into loud laughter. Yan Ji was clearly quite pleased with having frightened the Huaxia sects so badly. He pointed at the sect that had nearly collided with him and said arrogantly, "You dared to offend this old man? All of you, kneel and kowtow to beg forgiveness. Otherwise, I'll start with you!"
There were only three people standing aboard that tiny flying artifact. Each was filled with grief and indignation, but they were no match for him. He was a legendary Spirit Transformation stage expert! Today, they likely could not escape this calamity...
Nong Zhu and Ancestor Nanming silently watched the lords of the various nations reveal their rampant madness, saying nothing. These people had been suppressed by Bi Changchun for years. Now that Bi Changchun was gone, they would likely vent the resentment they had bottled up for so long upon these Huaxia cultivators. It was understandable.
Then again, what did the lives and deaths of the Huaxia cultivators have to do with them? Those who rolled about in the