Ling Feng's power left everyone on Hundred Dynasties Mountain cowed by his imposing presence, not daring to make a rash move.
Only Wu Dao and the other representatives of the Seven Great Sects exchanged looks after recovering from their shock, then approached Ling Feng together.
Although the Dao Sect would have loved to see everyone from the Yuan Sect die, this Hundred Dynasties War was being held jointly by their eight great sects. They shared glory and loss alike.
With their sects' honor at stake, they still had to intervene.
However, faced with Ling Feng, an expert who might well be at the leader level or even the reincarnation level, none of them dared act presumptuously. They gathered around him and respectfully cupped their hands.
Then the representative of the Primordial Hall stepped forward. He was an old man dressed in blue, with a sword case on his back and an exceptionally sharp sword aura faintly emanating from him.
"Senior, please calm your anger. The people of the Yuan Sect have always been overbearing. They offended you, and their deaths would be no loss. But since you have already killed Liu Tong, please spare the others out of consideration for the leaders of our eight great sects."
The strong commanded respect. Though the Primordial Hall elder looked aged, he still addressed Ling Feng as his superior.
Moreover, in his eyes, a monstrous genius like Ling Feng was very likely a reincarnator. Someone of that level might be older than him by an unimaginable number of years, so Liu Yang, the Primordial Hall elder, felt no awkwardness whatsoever in calling Ling Feng "Senior."
Wu Dao and the others also found it perfectly natural.
Ling Feng, however, froze briefly before a knowing smile appeared on his face. *Senior? That's a pretty novel