"Dao Child Yue, please calm down! Not a single disciple of your sect has been injured..."
Someone spoke, their tone gentle and mild.
Yue Shuo was not crazy. Of course, he could not possibly hurl lightning arts at innocent people when everyone else had already backed down. He could only stop regretfully.
He swept his gaze around and found that truly no one dared show their face.
A little speechless, he sent Jiang Chen a message: "Are they always this cowardly?"
Jiang Chen stroked his chin, thought back for a while, then nodded. "Cowardly yet always wanting to stir up trouble—they're damn irritating. If there's nothing else, just beat the lot of them up!"
Yue Shuo agreed with that.
At this time, the sect disciples clashing within the market below noticed what was happening in the sky.
Yue Shuo had cast his lightning arts far too quickly before.
All those below had heard was one peal of thunder. Then someone fell, someone went to rescue them, and before long, thunder rumbled in succession again, with several more people dropping from the sky.
A few breaths later, another person fell.
The elders above had communicated using Soul Power rather than roaring aloud.
Thus, the disciples below truly did not understand what was happening for the moment.
But everyone else in the market had heard that line urging Dao Child Yue to stop. The other party had not used a "private chat," but had spoken through the "regional channel."
Hearing that their own Dao Child had arrived, the sect disciples were all instantly invigorated.
Yue Shuo naturally flew down before them as well.
He swept his gaze over them once more.
Then asked, "Are you all alright? Did anyone bully you?"
Before the sect disciples could speak, a Nascent Soul elder spoke