Not only the Ji Family Holy Lord, but the Yao Guang Holy Lord and Nangong Zheng beside him also saw their smiles freeze, repeatedly nodding in agreement for fear that this suicidal fool would drag them down with him as well.
The sight left the Wanchu Holy Lord looking stunned, as if he had not expected these three to hold such deep dread toward the Immortal Palace.
The remaining Holy Lords, along with the young disciples brought by each faction, also felt immensely surprised by the reactions of the three mighty figures.
These people had little contact with the Immortal Palace; they had only heard rumors about the Immortal Palace experts, having never witnessed them show their faces nor seen them make a move, and thus lacked an accurate understanding of them.
This was nothing to wonder at, considering the Immortal Palace had only recently emerged and previously possessed no reputation whatsoever.
It was much like a super faction that had suddenly popped out from a stone; even if outside rumors claimed a Saint presided over it, one would still have to maintain a skeptical attitude before witnessing it firsthand.
The Wanchu Holy Lord possessed precisely such a mindset.
When he arrived at the Northern Region, Fairy Yuyao, who had previously backed Ye Fan, had already departed, leaving him to see only Ye Fan riding on the name of the Immortal Palace wildly amassing wealth and harvesting divine sources in his own stone booth without any protector to guard him.
To be honest, with such an arrogant attitude, if it were any other faction, the Wanchu Holy Lord would have long since slapped him to death.
Yet this fellow acted without fear, and many Holy Lords claimed the Immortal Palace behind him was not to be trifled with. Arriving newly