Smack! In a fit of shock and fury, Jie Wuhui slapped Gu Kunshan across the face. Gu Kunshan screamed as he rolled across the ground, not daring to fight back in the slightest.
"Revered Sect Master, it's absolutely true. There are also Foundation Establishment disciples who fled back afterward, and they all saw it with their own eyes. The flying warships of the Star-Moon Demon Sect are unmistakable. If the Star-Moon Demon Sect's warships hadn't approached, how could our disciples have been caught completely off guard?"
Gu Kunshan didn't even bother to cover his face. He prostrated himself on the ground and said with profound grief, "Although we're both Golden Core cultivators, you hold absolute power over the sect, and your cultivation is more than enough to crush me to death."
The sect had suffered enormous losses this time, so someone would have to take the blame. His life or death could be said to rest entirely on Jie Wuhui's whim. Gu Kunshan no longer cared at all about the dignity he was entitled to as a Golden Core cultivator. Right now, all he wanted was to stay alive.
Tianchi Valley was not far from the Calamity-Birthing Sect's camp. Jie Wuhui was about to say a few more words when a tremendous commotion suddenly erupted outside. He flashed out of the room and saw the two flying warships approaching with an arrogant display of force. His eyes flew wide.
They really were the Star-Moon Demon Sect's flying warships! Every sect's flying warships had unique battle flags and distinctive markings on their hulls; even their shapes differed slightly. Tianchi Valley was near the camp, and Jie Wuhui had seen the Star-Moon Demon Sect's flying warships countless times. He could recognize them with his eyes closed. Even the few young Foundation Establishment