Paying Respects to the Sect Leader

Hearing the threatening voice from afar, the nearly ten surrendered Dou Zongs stirred uneasily. At times like this, Dou Zong powerhouses were no different from ordinary people. Other than possessing higher cultivation, they feared death just the same, hesitated just the same, and lacked the resolve to act decisively.

"Everyone, what should we do?"

"What else can we do? Who among us can escape under Tang Zhen's nose? Even together, we couldn't beat one of Tang Zhen's hands."

"Then should we go over?"

The others immediately turned to look at that Dou Zong. "You first?"

That Dou Zong cursed under his breath and replied, "Together."

The nearly ten Dou Zongs looked at one another for a moment. Not daring to keep Tang Zhen waiting any longer, they flew into the distance in a group, twisting and hesitating like young maidens being carried to their bridal sedan chairs, before landing before Tang Zhen.

"We pay respects to Valley Master Tang."

The nearly ten of them cupped their hands and bowed in unison. They stood atop a blazing volcano. Whether because they were too close to the volcano or because the temperature was simply too high, many among the Dou Zongs were sweating incessantly.

Tang Zhen's expression was indifferent as he looked down upon them. Even though they were all Dou Zong powerhouses, ancestor-level figures within their respective clans and sects, their backs now turned cold and their legs trembled.

The gap between a Dou Zong and a Venerable was simply too vast. The gap between small factions like theirs and Burning Flame Valley, one of the Three Valleys, was equally enormous. It was like a seventh-rank county magistrate facing a prince or marquis. How could they not be afraid?

Tang Zhen stared coldly at them without saying a word, making them