Upon hearing Fang Hai's tense voice transmission,
Lu Dongping, the old Daoist who had once served as a Heavenly Sect elder and seen all the vicissitudes of life, was equally shaken. The reverence on his face was even greater!
"Let alone you—even this old man has never heard of such an expert!"
His words left Fang Hai even more stunned!
More than a dozen experts from various sects watched from afar in silence, no longer daring to make a sound. They firmly remembered that terrifying sword strike, as well as Yi Feng's handsome face.
Trembling, they prepared to go forward and pay their respects, but Yi Feng and the Moon God Pavilion group had already finished clearing the battlefield and flown away through the air.
They could only gaze at the departing figures in worshipful awe.
After leaving, the people of the Moon God Pavilion were visibly more confident, no longer as constrained as before.
Yi Feng was somewhat uninterested. He turned and asked the elders flying alongside him.
"Looks like the Crimson Firmament Heavenly Sect isn't much either. The scouts they sent were weak as hell. Are they really as formidable as the rumors say?"
Elder Li hurriedly cupped his hands, his words far more cautious.
"Elder Yi."
"The Crimson Firmament Heavenly Sect was able to wipe out several Heavenly Sects in mere days. Their strength must be extraordinarily formidable, and their sudden rise surely conceals secrets. I fear their true strength is only greater than the rumors suggest!"
"It is said that the Crimson Firmament Heavenly Sect has ten great elders, each one a Heavenly Tier expert with unfathomable cultivation!"
Elder Wang, who was traveling alongside them on the left, also perceptively cupped his hands, his attitude much more amiable.
"Indeed!"
"I have also heard that the Crimson