Xiao Fan was sincerely happy for Thunder Venerable that these Wind Lightning Pavilion disciples felt such a strong sense of belonging to their sect.
An incense stick's worth of time had passed. Seeing that no more Wind Lightning Pavilion disciples remained on the road leading to Thunder Mountain, Xiao Fan waited no longer. Those who wanted to escape with their lives had already left the mountain's vicinity.
As for the dozens of disciples who remained atop Thunder Mountain, Xiao Fan was naturally willing to fulfill their resolve to live and die with their sect.
Boom!
"Dragon Extreme Battle Dance!"
Xiao Fan extended his hand, searing flames spreading from his palm. A pitch-black dragon shadow emerged beneath him. He sat back into the empty air, and a throne of azure flame appeared behind him. White and blue flames intertwined within the black dragon shadow's eye sockets, while earthen-yellow patterns slowly burned into view among its scales.
This Dou Technique, which Xiao Fan had created himself, radiated a terrifying aura of deathly stillness as it gazed at the remaining Wind Lightning Pavilion disciples on Thunder Mountain.
"He... he won't really attack us, will he?"
Among the disciples who had stayed, a youth felt the dragon might overhead and spoke fearfully, his legs trembling.
"He won't! He's a Dou Zun expert. He couldn't possibly lower himself to attack us. He's a powerful expert, and the pavilion master isn't here. We haven't offended him like the elders did, either. There's no reason for him to take issue with a bunch of disciples."
"As long as we hold on until the pavilion master returns, he'll surely think highly of us and let us join the inner pavilion..."
High above, Xiao Fan looked down at the disciples on Thunder Mountain without a trace of pity. He