At the center stood Long Aotian, the sect master of the Haolong Sect.
He wore a golden dragon robe, his expression haughty. His cultivation at the Early Divine Lord Realm was laid bare.
Standing on either side of him were two old men whose auras were even deeper and more terrifying.
One of the two elders wore a black robe, while the other wore a white one. Their faces were withered, but their gazes were as sharp as hawks' and falcons'.
Their auras had both astonishingly reached the Mid Divine Lord Realm. They were the Haolong Sect's two Supreme Protectors.
However, that still was not the most frightening part.
The most frightening presence stood behind Long Aotian, atop the largest main warship.
It was an aura that seemed faint and indistinct, yet could apparently crush the eternal heavens.
That aura was ancient and boundless, carrying the indifference of one looking down upon all living beings.
It belonged to a powerhouse at the Late Divine Lord Realm, causing Yang Lingtian's heart to sink slightly.
He knew that the Haolong Sect's true stabilizing pillar must be seated aboard that warship.
The old monster from the rumors who had entered secluded cultivation to break through to the peak of the Divine Lord Realm.
To deal with the Chaos Sacred Sect, the Haolong Sect had actually brought out even this ancient fossil who had lived for nearly ten million years.
It seemed they were determined to seize the Chaos Sacred Sect's inheritance.
"The Chaos Sacred Sect is nothing special after all."
Long Aotian looked at the violently trembling Mountain Protecting Array below.
Looking at the disciples sprawled and staggering about, unconcealed contempt appeared on his face.
"With this scrap of strength, you still dared to kill my Haolong Sect's pawn? You truly have no