Do State-Level Forces Dare Scorn Prefecture-Level Forces?

The True Dragon Clan and the Kunpeng Race were sworn enemies. Although Long Tengyun and Kun Shidi had both joined the Divine Sword Sect and become elders of the same rank, making it improper for fellow sect members to kill one another, they still competed openly and covertly.

When sect disciples such as Lin Jiutian, Jun Lingtian, and Little Monk Seven Precepts saw the two elders bickering like children, they secretly laughed, finding it rather amusing.

"Esteemed Sect Master, how dare the mere ants of the Divine Emperor Sect offend the majesty of our Divine Sword Sect?"

"I have just slain a Half-Step Heavenly God Emperor!"

Kun Shidi bowed toward Heaven-Defying Peak and spoke respectfully.

"I... I just slapped a bunch of worthless trash to death."

Long Tengyun likewise bowed toward Heaven-Defying Peak and said respectfully.

However, his tone was exceedingly awkward, and his face had flushed somewhat red.

This "glorious achievement" of his seemed rather embarrassing to speak of.

Within the Divine Sword Sect, atop Heaven-Defying Peak.

Inside the Profound Yellow Great Hall.

Lin Feng sat cross-legged upon the Bodhi Meditation Cushion, his entire body bathed in a layer of dazzling golden light as majestic pressure emanated from around him.

All manner of heaven-and-earth phenomena coiled around him. Faintly, threads of Dao charm and laws could be seen descending from his body, scattering like starlight and moonbeams—brilliant and resplendent beyond compare.

Suddenly, Lin Feng slowly opened his eyes. Incomparably sharp golden light burst from them, piercing through the void.

It seemed as though a chaotic galaxy lay within his eyes, mysterious and domineering, making others afraid to meet his gaze.

Naturally, he knew everything that had happened at the Sect Gate.

"Divine Emperor Sect?"

"Prefecture-level Martial Force?"

"Heh, this is somewhat interesting."

"They actually came to my