"Is there really no room for negotiation?"
Qian Xiangming's face turned ashen. Though he had long known that such a thing could not be hidden from a Spirit Wandering Realm martial artist, he had still clung to a sliver of hope.
The many Yanyue Sect disciples were similarly pale with despair.
Purple Star Mountain had refused Fang Xuan's authority and ultimately met with the destruction of their sect. By now, this was no longer anything unusual throughout Jingzhou.
"Negotiate? Fight first, then talk."
Fang Xuan's expression remained calm. He stepped out of the main hall, raised his head for a glance at the clouds, then transformed into a streak of white light and swept into the mist before everyone's eyes.
"Commander Fang!"
Qian Xiangming hurriedly cried out in terror.
Fight?
If they truly fought,
then the entire Yanyue Sect would truly cease to exist!
By the small lake atop the mountain, the seated figure frowned slightly.
His posture was ramrod straight. He wore somewhat somber garments, and intricate dark-red Dao Patterns covered the exposed portions of his skin.
The instant he frowned.
The two people beside him revealed cold expressions and lifted their eyes toward the sea of clouds beyond the cliff. "Daring to disturb the God Lord's cultivation—are you courting death?"
As the two shouted, the sea of clouds around the cliff churned. They were both Ninth Grade Martial Venerables.
Spirit Wandering Realm martial artists had begun appearing throughout the Nine Provinces one after another, yet even so, Ninth Grade Martial Venerables remained powerful experts capable of guarding an entire region.
This tiny Yanyue Sect did not even rank among Jingzhou's Ten Great Sects.
Yet such terrifying beings were hidden within this tiny Back Mountain!
Under the two men's rebukes, the Yanyue Sect martial artists all went pale with