The two men's gazes were resolute, bearing the look of those prepared to die. They were determined to defeat the Black Rock Sect Master before he completely succumbed to darkness.
"Everyone, please help the two of us kill the Black Rock Sect Master," Tang Hao shouted.
He tried to rally the other sects that had already responded, hoping they would join forces and complete the killing of the Black Rock Sect Master.
The Black Rock Sect Master's frenzied actions had thoroughly enraged everyone. Their blood surged through their chests, and Soul Power churned around their bodies.
Like volcanoes on the verge of eruption, they all clenched their fists, ready to join this battle of life and death.
Just as they were about to put an end to the Black Rock Sect Master's madness, Di yihong stepped forward steadily, his entire being like a towering mountain.
Di yihong's expression was cold and stern, like ice in a winter night, his gaze sweeping across the crowd.
Those sharp eyes seemed capable of seeing into every person's heart.
Then, Di yihong slowly raised a hand and gently pressed it downward, signaling everyone to be quiet.
In an instant, a steady aura radiated from Di yihong, like an invisible yet heavy storm cloud.
It blanketed every corner of the plaza with crushing weight.
Under such a powerful aura, everyone fell silent without realizing it.
The clamor that had filled the scene vanished in an instant, leaving only the rustling of the breeze.
"This matter, in the end, began because of my Hong Martial Sect," Di yihong said—
"Let Tang San and Tang Hao continue handling it themselves."
"The rest of you should stay out of it."
Di yihong's words carried an uncompromising tone, his voice echoing through the plaza for a long while.
Everyone