Throughout the Six Paths Divine Sect, apart from the sect master, Six Gods, there was no one else qualified—or daring enough—to say such a thing!
It was Six Gods who appeared at this moment!
"Sect Master!"
"Greetings, Sect Master!"
"This..."
The surrounding elders hurriedly bowed in salute, but when they heard Six Gods' words, they could not help but be stunned.
Although they knew it was true—Divine-level experts possessed the dignity of Divine-level experts, and could not be offended—this was still the Six Paths Divine Sect, not the outside world!
"Sect Master, forgive my bluntness. Although the strong rule the world, we are all disciples of the sect. The sect rules permit fellow disciples to spar and compete, but forbid them from delivering killing blows or slaughtering their own brothers. Besides, how could Heaven Gate and the others be killed just like that?"
Elder Heavenly Craftsman said, pointing at Yang Ming as his body trembled.
"Are you finished?"
Six Gods looked at Elder Heavenly Craftsman, his gaze neither sorrowful nor joyful.
"Sect Master, I..."
Elder Heavenly Craftsman froze. Looking into Six Gods' utterly expressionless eyes, he could not help but feel a chill rise in his heart!
What kind of eyes were those? Lofty and above all else, indifferent to all living things. When they looked at him, it was as though they were not looking at a person, but at a dog—a beast!
Was this the true face of a deity?
All of a sudden, Elder Heavenly Craftsman seemed to understand something. He swallowed the words he had been about to say and fell silent.
Seeing this, Six Gods nodded in satisfaction, then looked at Yang Ming.
"You wish to enter the Creation Pavilion? But you must think it through. That place is not somewhere one can enter casually.