Boom—!
With a tremendous crash, the ground beneath everyone's feet shook violently. Then, from the direction of the back mountain, a blinding white radiance suddenly burst forth, and a figure streaked through the air in an instant.
He was a middle-aged man, yet his hair was already streaked with gray. His expression was cold and stern, carrying an air of majesty. Standing high in the sky, his tiger-like eyes swept over everyone on the plaza platform.
"Greetings, Sect Master!" All the Ten Thousand Swords Sect disciples below revealed delighted expressions. They immediately fell to their knees and cried out in unison.
"Sect Master, you must avenge the elders who died! That little beast was vicious and merciless. He killed them, and even dug out their Golden Cores." At that moment, another figure swept through the air. It was one of the two elders who had fled earlier. Now that he saw their Sect Master leave seclusion, he no longer feared showing himself.
At the same time, a figure also arrived from the direction of the back mountain—it was Elder Zhenming. His face was deathly pale, and his Divine Soul was weak and listless. It seemed that, in order to awaken the Sect Master, he had suffered no minor injuries.
His arrival also earned the respect of quite a few disciples.
But even more people looked at Chen Fan with gloating expressions. No longer afraid, they pointed at him and rebuked him directly. "Chen Fan, before our Sect Master, why aren't you kneeling?"
"Chen Fan, no one in this world can save you now. If you're willing to kneel, then when we find your little sister in the future, perhaps we'll give her a good taste of tender care." Someone laughed wantonly. Chen Fan had given them far too great a