Everyone meditating in the clearing rose to their feet and shouted in unison, "Greetings, Deputy Hall Master!"
Wei Fan, however, called out "Elder Zhou," his voice sounding rather abrupt. Only now did he learn that this old man, Zhou Shen, was actually the deputy hall master of the Beiding Continent branch of the Demon Hunter Organization.
Many people instinctively turned to look at Wei Fan.
"Didn't I tell you that Elder Zhou was the deputy hall master of the branch?" Feng Hua asked through voice transmission.
Tell you my ass!
Wei Fan shook his head speechlessly. It was not exactly embarrassing, but it had exposed him as a newcomer all at once.
"Greetings, everyone!"
Zhou Shen did not put on airs. Even though he was a Martial Saint, he politely returned the greetings of the Territory Suppressing Generals.
His gaze swept across them, and he revealed a satisfied expression. "Very good. After issuing the summons, this old man thought some of you might lose your nerve and not dare come. I did not expect every last one of you to show up."
Even the Vajra Gate, which had once produced a Martial Saint, had been utterly wiped out. The Sacred Sect experts stationed near the Vajra Gate had all died as well, and those Sacred Sects did not even dare approach to retrieve their fellow disciples' corpses.
Faced with such a terrifying incident, not a single one of these Territory Suppressing Generals had backed down. Even Zhou Shen, a Martial Saint, found it somewhat unexpected.
"This old man gives you a promise: as long as I do not die, none of you will come to harm!"
With his hands behind his back, Zhou Shen gave everyone a reassurance.
"Next, this old man will assign you your positions. Your task is