The oppressive pressure had vanished?
In the real world, Hongjin and the others, who had been relentlessly using their power to break through the seal, froze for a moment before immediately saying, "Qingming, Huang Meng, seize Xiao Yu. Luluo, Zixuan, go find Xiao Xuan. I'll notify Steward Gongsun."
Without the slightest hesitation—if the other side's Great Luo Realm cultivator dared to make a move, then they had better be prepared for Interception Sect's frenzied retaliation.
Something like this had happened not long ago, and now someone else had come to test them. Did they truly think the Interception Sect was made of clay?
Mad?
So what if they were mad?
This time, Heavenfire Sect, you had better pray that His Highness was not hurt. Otherwise, prepare to bear the Interception Sect's wrath. Not a single one of you would be allowed to leave.
Unconcealed killing intent filled Hongjin's eyes. One after another, one after another—did they all truly think the Interception Sect was easy to provoke?
The thousands of shattered stars beyond the heavens still were not enough to make "you people" afraid?
Unless an entire sect was bathed in blood, unless the heads of hundreds of thousands—or even millions—were hung in conspicuous places, would they never understand what a great sect was?
The faces of the other four women were equally frigid and livid, brimming with icy hostility.
For the Dao Sons of other sects, not even a Great Luo would dare lay a hand on them for a thousand, ten thousand years. So why, when it came to the Interception Sect, did people behave like this?
There had to be an explanation for this matter, there had to be a result. Otherwise, would that not give people the impression that any human or ghost could come and lay