" Sect... Sect Master, please calm down."
The oldest Great Elder, steeling himself, stepped forward and bowed.
"This matter... this matter truly caught us by surprise."
"None of us expected the Chaos Sacred Sect to be so decisive and ruthless."
"Even less did we expect that Yang Lingtian's strength would be so terrifying."
"With a single sword strike, he flattened the Black Wind Mountain Range..."
At this point, the Great Elder's voice also carried a trace of barely concealed horror.
This intelligence was simply too frightening.
"Hmph, terrifying?"
Long Aotian let out a cold snort, but the anger on his face did not lessen in the slightest.
"No matter how terrifying they are, do they have a Divine Lord?"
"A sect without even a Divine Lord is nothing more than a slightly stronger ant in my eyes."
"What truly enrages me is not the Chaos Sacred Sect's strength, but the incompetence of you useless fools."
"I told you to test them, and you actually sent only a single pawn to its death?"
"You didn't even uncover their true depths, yet you dared come back and claim credit before me?"
"Have all your brains been eaten by dogs?"
Long Aotian's roar echoed through the great hall.
The elders below were berated until they were drenched in abuse.
Each of them lowered their heads even further, not daring to breathe too loudly.
They knew that the Sect Master was truly furious this time.
The destruction of Black Wind Mountain Stockade was merely a trivial matter.
But behind it stood the reputation of their Haolong Sect.
Now that someone had viciously slapped their faces, those responsible for handling the matter naturally could not escape blame.
"Great Elder."
After venting for a while, Long Aotian seemed to have calmed down somewhat.
He turned his