They were all young disciples, their blood running hot. When they heard others provoke them, most would not back down.
Most crucially, the imperial clan's descendants and the young disciples of the Northern Territory Sect had never gotten along. The imperial family had repeatedly oppressed the Northern Territory Sect and many other sects—how could those sects possibly have no intention of resisting?
The disciples below were boiling with fervor, but Great Emperor He Tan and the others did not dare agree so readily. It was not that they were not angry. If their subordinates could truly defeat He Feng, then fine. But the crux was that they could not defeat him.
Last time, Wu Changkong had brought He Feng into a conflict with the Northern Territory Sect's disciples. The one who fought He Feng then had been the Northern Territory Sect's second-ranked disciple. Yet before ten exchanges had even passed, that disciple had been forcibly slain by He Feng.
One had to know that defeating someone and killing someone were two entirely different concepts.
If it had merely been defeat, the Northern Territory Sect would still have retained some face. But killing was another matter entirely. When their disciples traveled outside, who among them did not have a few life-saving treasures bestowed by their elders?
Although they had arrived in time back then and prevented the fight from continuing, the Great Emperors could all tell that even Su Yao would have found it difficult to defeat He Feng.
The Northern Territory Sect's disciples were a notch inferior to He Feng. That was an indisputable fact.
They sighed inwardly, yet there was nothing they could do. Now, faced with Wu Changkong's pressure, even at the cost of losing face, they had no intention of yielding.
But while they would not yield,