Ying Dang stood in the eye of the storm.
All the other Dao-Unification Realm experts entered the formation, driving its divine might to the utmost.
"Who dares invade our mountain gate!"
"Even mighty foes shall be slain!"
That shout shook heaven and earth, forcibly driving back the million enemy soldiers of White Tiger Hall who blanketed the land and sky.
Xiao Ming stood with his hands behind his back, the three White Tiger Hall Guardians behind him wearing openly contemptuous expressions.
"The Sacred Land's Interception Sect colluded with Prison Suppression in an attempt to murder our Holy Mother Feihong!"
"This crime deserves death. If you surrender and hand over Tongtian and Nan Yi, you may yet have a way to survive-by submitting completely to White Tiger Hall!"
At these words, the cultivators of White Tiger Hall immediately raised a chorus of shouts, their sheer force enough to crush an enemy sect's morale.
Yet the unity of the Sacred Land's Interception Sect disciples far exceeded Xiao Ming's expectations.
After all, this was hardly the first time White Tiger Hall had exterminated a sect. In the eyes of Dao-Unification Realm experts like them, ordinary disciples were nothing but useless cannon fodder.
In the Sacred Land Great World, the word "legacy" had long ceased to have anything to do with disciples below the Primordial Origin Realm.
Within truly great sects, anyone without Primordial Origin Realm cultivation did not even qualify as a Personal Disciple. Those ants had long since become dispensable.
Disdain filled Xiao Ming's expression as he casually waved to the disciples behind him.
"Slaughter them."
No sooner had he spoken than a dozen or so Primordial Origin Realm Elders led several hundred disciples into the attack.
They paid no heed to the Sect Grand Formation, whose divine might was already on