"Stand down!"
Just as Xing Tian's men were about to attack, Xia Hongjue was the first to lose his composure.
This was a mysterious figure who could easily subdue the Soul Snatching Chain and even withstand the Eye of Heavenly Punishment head-on. His strength was definitely above the Heavenly Immortal level!
Picking a fight with him now would be asking for death!
With a sharp shout, he stopped everyone. His uncertain gaze fell on Zhang Yu, and he asked tentatively:
"You... are Jiang Ling's disciple?"
"That's right. My master is Jiang Ling, Peak Master of Crimson Flame Peak. Do you have a problem with that?"
Zhang Yu spoke calmly, yet an invisible pressure accompanied his words.
The Grand Formation was complete, and he had the Soul Snatching Chain in hand. Within a thousand li of the Soul Refining Sect, even a Heavenly Immortal would die.
"Impudent! How dare you speak to the Grand Elder like that? You must be tired of living!"
Hearing the contempt in Zhang Yu's tone, Xing Tian, as Xia Hongjue's Direct Disciple, naturally jumped out to rebuke him, intending to "uphold his master's dignity."
"Smack-!!"
A sharp crack rang out. Xia Hongjue backhanded Xing Tian, sending him flying. Blood sprayed through the air, and half his face swelled up like a pig's head in an instant.
"Wretched disciple! What makes you think you have the right to speak here?!"
Xing Tian: "???"
He was completely dumbfounded.
Master, I was defending your dignity!
The people around them were just as bewildered. They had no idea why Xia Hongjue had suddenly struck his own disciple so viciously.
Xia Hongjue, meanwhile, was drenched in cold sweat as he cursed inwardly: You little fool, if you want to die, don't drag me down with you!
His eyes involuntarily flicked to