Sikong Jing slowly swept his gaze across the entire crowd...
"There are more than just youngsters here to watch the spectacle. Quite a few of their elders must have come as well."
"These elders are waiting somewhere nearby on the Cang Sea. Take Lian Zhidiao from Eight Steeds Linked Camp Island—after leaving, the first thing he'll do is bring his people back to attack the Cangyu Demon Sect."
"Pass down the order immediately. Prepare for battle!"
"At the same time, have the Cangyu Demon Sect activate the grand formation. Announce to the outside that the waters around Cangyu Island are sealed off. No one is permitted to enter. Those who do so will be killed without mercy!"
The final three words burst forth from Sikong Jing with surging killing intent.
In an instant, Ying Sanmeng, Elder Lu, and the others' pupils contracted sharply, icy chills rolling through their bodies.
There were over two thousand young people. How many elders, senior and junior fellow disciples, ordinary troops, and others had come with them?
That was a complete unknown!
Just then, Elder Lu asked, "Young Sect Master, you said that man who spoke the most just now was from Eight Steeds Linked Camp Island?"
Before this, neither Lian Zhidiao nor the others had introduced themselves to Ying Sanmeng's group, so Elder Lu and the rest had no idea which sects these young people belonged to.
Yet now, Sikong Jing had told them that there was even a six-leaf sect among them.
Eight Steeds Linked Camp Island was extremely famous in the surrounding seas.
Sikong Jing gave them a definite answer, and Elder Lu and the others immediately turned several shades paler.
An elder from the New Cang Vein said with lingering dread, "Th-this... what are we supposed to do? That's a six-leaf