Ma Qianli was at a loss for the moment.
By his usual temper, he would have simply fought the other side first, battling until one of them died.
But the turmoil within the sect had yet to settle. Those like them, collateral branches rather than direct descendants of Devil Lord Sackcloth, were all considered rebels. They had to be careful in everything they did.
After turning it over and over in his mind, the only option was to invite the chief seat to personally lay down the rules.
Yet when Ma Qianli arrived, Sun Cheng directly told him that the chief seat was currently in seclusion at the Hall of Spiritual Flourishing and would see no idle outsiders.
Even if Ma Qianli had official business, it was the same.
It had been like this for several days straight. Whether Ma Qianli threatened or begged, the answer here remained the same.
He could not see him.
Today, Ma Qianli had come knocking again, hoping to test his luck.
"Senior Brother Ma, it's not just you. Which of the other senior brothers doesn't have important business? It isn't that I refuse to make an exception for you, it's just that..."
As the two spoke, an immense heat suddenly surged up between Heaven and Earth.
"What's going on?"
As the heat struck, Sun Cheng felt his entire body turn scorching hot, nearly crying out.
But the sensation vanished in an instant.
"What a formidable fire-element divine art. Could a great enemy be attacking?"
Ma Qianli could sense that, under the influence of this heat, even the primordial energy of Heaven and Earth seemed to have lost its former restraints and was boiling...
Faced with such might, Ma Qianli's first thought was that an outside enemy had come calling. They were likely at the