"Within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, there's no way we can summon the two Old Ancestors." Everyone's expressions changed drastically, and someone spoke up.
For tens of thousands of years, the Soul Fiend Sect had been an absolute authority in this part of the world, with no one daring to defy it. Yet the Three Realms upheaval they had just experienced had left even the usually domineering cultivators of the Soul Fiend Sect shaken to the core. In the face of such a terrifying upheaval, even the Soul Fiend Sect had been no more than duckweed adrift on a vast ocean, utterly powerless to resist.
Now that a Mahayana cultivator had come to their door to pressure them, how could the Profound Tier cultivators not take it seriously?
"Junior Brother Xin, are you confident you can deal with this?" The old man looked toward Xin Lin, his expression extremely ugly.
Xin Lin's face alternated between green and white. At this point, it was impossible for him to claim that he was not afraid. He knew that he had stirred up enormous trouble—trouble serious enough to alarm his Xin family ancestor.
"Hmph. Among the Mahayana cultivators within several billion miles of the Soul Fiend Sect, which one has ever failed to show our Old Ancestor courtesy? Whoever it is, surely they wouldn't dare refuse to give my Xin family ancestor face. I'll go invite the Old Ancestor to intervene." Xin Lin clenched his teeth and let out a cold snort.
"Junior Brother Xin, go quickly. We'll go meet that senior and buy you some time." The old man spoke, then immediately led more than a dozen Profound Tier cultivators hurriedly toward the mountain gate.
"This junior is the person in charge of the Soul Fiend Sect.