The jeers from the surrounding knights made the Sky Knights of the three major sects look even uglier. Meanwhile, the Jiang Family's old ancestor, who had been bottling up a bellyful of anger, suddenly felt it all ease. After giving Zhang Tie a slight smile, he stood to the side and watched the show.
Seeing Zhang Tie so manly and so willing to shoulder responsibility, Bai Suxian, standing beside him, looked at him with eyes that were practically sparkling with stars.
"A tiny sect like the Iron Dragon Sect dares to wage a sect war against several great sects like ours?" Hundred Sword Divine Lord immediately raised his threat to another level. Just moments ago, he had still been accusing Zhang Tie of attacking them; now, he was directly threatening him with a sect war.
But Zhang Tie had never been raised to be frightened by others.
"Hahahaha..." After hearing Hundred Sword Divine Lord's words, Zhang Tie threw back his head and laughed wildly, his heroic spirit soaring. He swept his gaze around before extending one finger toward the ranks of the three major sects. "That day on the banks of the Wei River, I alone faced one Sage-level Devil Race fighter, nine Sky Knights, a hundred thousand knights, and an army of hundreds of millions of devils, yet I did not retreat a single step. I still slaughtered the Devil Race until their blood flowed like a river. How do you think you compare to that Devil Race army of that day?"
"A sect war is not simply two armies facing one another," Cloud Dragon Divine Lord, the deputy sect master of Heaven-Wielding Pavilion, said from the side with a smiling yet sinister expression. "Does Thousand-Machine True Lord not consider himself, nor his sect? What is more, everything we