"You can rest assured, I won't kill you yet. Aren't you from the Flying Sword Sect? Perfect. I'd like to see what kind of sect this so-called Flying Sword Sect really is."
"What do you mean? What are you going to do?"
The other Flying Sword Sect disciples prepared to rush forward.
Di yihong tilted his head toward Tang San beside him.
Tang San understood at once and immediately released Blue Silver Grass.
He bound them all with it, then smashed every one of them to death with the Clear Sky Hammer.
Seeing how decisively the group acted, Zheng Ming stared at Di yihong and the others with terror on his face.
"Let's go. Haven't you been saying you're from the Flying Sword Sect? Take us to your sect."
After what had happened with the Demon Sect, Di yihong understood the necessity of uprooting the problem completely. If he had gone after the Demon Sect back then, Hong Martial Sect would not have suffered such heavy losses.
Hong Martial Sect's losses this time had been entirely because of him.
"You want to find the Flying Sword Sect? I think you're looking to die."
After saying that, Zheng Ming climbed up from the ground and led them forward.
"Wait. Let's take the airship."
Di yihong led everyone back into the auction house and retrieved the airship.
Looking at the enormous airship before him, Di yihong could not help sighing. His own airship really was a little too small.
Of course, a larger airship required far more Soul Power to sustain it.
The old airship could be powered by just Tang San or Tang Hao, but this one required the Soul Power of two people working together before it could move.
Soon, everyone boarded the airship and headed for the Flying Sword