As the resounding declaration echoed out, the entire New Sword Sect was shaken. Every face showed a different expression—some burned with excitement, some looked ashen, while others wailed to heaven and beat their chests in despair...
Even the several elders who had chased out of the hall collapsed to the ground in fright, muttering under their breaths.
"It's over, it's over..."
Clearly, in their eyes, the Golden Saber Sect was an invincible existence. Even if Yi Feng had held something back and could defeat the Golden Saber Sect's Senior Disciple Brother, there was absolutely no way he could defeat the Golden Saber Sect Master.
Gathering the entire sect for an attack like this was no different from seeking their own destruction.
Yi Feng had never paid attention to the various negative remarks. He merely waited before the great hall. He knew very well that the current New Sword Sect was largely made up of former Soaring Sword Sect members. They were not wholly trustworthy, nor could they be transformed overnight. He intended to use this action to test them and select those who were truly disciples of the New Sword Sect!
Reality did not disappoint Yi Feng.
Although nearly half the disciples looked timid, quite a few newly arrived disciples were brimming with fighting spirit.
These new disciples were the ones worth nurturing. Call them hotheaded fools or ignorant of the heights of heaven and depths of earth if one wished, but that fearless fighting spirit was the true heart of one who Cultivated the Dao. If they were bullied until not a trace of bloodiness remained in them, then even if their cultivation broke through by chance, inner demons would obstruct them. They would be fated never to become great.
With a single sweep of his gaze across the