One of them tried to flee through the door, only to be blasted back in an instant by a fist coming straight at him.
Martial Man, Smoke Ghost, and Plowman, three burly men, blocked the doorway.
Immediately afterward, Dugu Feng, Shen Yeting, and the others also appeared atop the eastern and western courtyard walls, more than twenty people all around them.
The weakest among them was still in the Return to Void stage.
Fuck... what the hell was going on?
A helpless feeling of having been set up by capital surged into their hearts. The four elders from the Immortal Sect were all dumbfounded on the spot.
Who were these people? Where had these cultivators come from?
"What do we do, Fellow Daoist Xu? Fight our way out?"
"You mean the four of us, against the twenty-odd people in front of us?"
Two fists could not contend with four hands, and now it was eight fists against forty hands. Fight, my ass.
If they joined forces and used their pressure alone, they could flatten them all—whoosh.
True Person Xu took a deep breath. The first thing to do was figure out the other party's identity, so he asked, "Fellow Daoists, is there some misunderstanding? We are people of the nearby Immortal Sect. Who are you, and why have you appeared in Watchtower Town?"
Dugu Feng stepped forward with a proud look on his face. "Listen well. This Venerable One is Dugu Feng, of the Dugu Clan. Before you stand the officials of our Heavenly Mystery Imperial Office. Why do you think we appeared here?"
Heavenly Mystery Imperial Office?
Dugu Clan?
With such a huge commotion at Immortal Sea Summit, how could their three great Immortal Sects not know about it?
Only, even the Supremes on the Immortal Clan's side had