"These vile wretches!"
Yuanshi could hardly have failed to notice the strife unfolding right beside him.
At that moment, fury raged in his heart as well.
If Yuanshi had followed his own wishes, he would have abandoned every last one of these worthless fools and thrown them out of his defensive perimeter, leaving them to live or die as they pleased.
Unfortunately, his disciples' lives now represented more than their lives alone. They also represented Yuanshi's dignity.
If it had only been the lives of the Chan Sect disciples at stake, Yuanshi could have gritted his teeth and disregarded them. But his own dignity was something he could neither ignore nor casually discard.
Thus, although his anger had already reached its peak, and he had secretly sworn that, if they survived this crisis, he would find a way to punish these worthless fools severely,
at this moment, Yuanshi could only pretend he saw nothing and continue keeping them safe!
Yuanshi had to keep up the pretense. Others had no such obligation.
Back at Mount Qianyuan, the Chan and Spirit Vine Two Sects had each deployed great formations, concealing most of what happened within them and preventing outsiders from witnessing how the Chan Sect disciples undermined one another.
This time, however, everything unfolded openly before countless watching eyes, without anything to hide it. Any Primordial World creature with enough strength to withstand the effects of the Lightning Serpents born from the clash of the Saints' auras could see exactly what sort of face the Chan Sect was showing now.
"Is this the Chan Sect that once claimed it accepted only those with immense blessings, great destiny, and profound spiritual roots? Whatever blessings and fortune they possess now cannot withstand the divine abilities of the Spirit Vine Sect and its Saint, so