"What do you want?"
A tyrannical, majestic voice, as deep and thunderous as rolling lightning, boomed out from the blessed grotto-heaven, shaking the entire void until it seemed on the verge of collapse.
A terrifying pressure bore down like Mount Tai crushing one's head.
"Reporting to you, my lord, the sect masters of our five great sects were overwhelmingly defeated by the Divine Sword Sect of West City, Pingzhou, Great Dao Prefecture, at the Three Hundred and Sixty-Five Prefectures Grand Competition. And..."
"And before everyone's very eyes, they were instantly defeated by a single slap and a single move!"
"We beg the White Tiger Clan to send powerful experts to lead us in defeating the Divine Sword Sect and washing away this humiliation..."
The patriarchs of the five ancient hidden sects hurriedly spoke with reverence, getting straight to the point and stating their purpose.
But at this moment...
The faces of these five patriarchs were flushed red, their expressions incomparably awkward. Their toes could practically dig out five ancient hidden sects.
A sect master represented the face of an entire sect, yet they had been beaten into doubting their very lives by a single move. Their dignity had been swept away entirely, and they wished they could shove their heads into their pants.
Damn it!
This time, they had disgraced themselves before all Three Hundred and Sixty-Five Prefectures!
"Hm?"
"The sect masters of all five of your sects were defeated in one move? The kind where they did not even possess the slightest ability to fight back?"
A voice soon rang out from the blessed grotto-heaven once more.
This time, however, its tone clearly carried several traces of surprise and astonishment, along with a thread of fury.
"Hmph!"
"A mere nameless little broken sect dares act so arrogantly before forces