Five Elders Pool fell deathly silent.
It was because of the terrifying pressure inadvertently revealed in Dugu Qingxiao's roar, and because of the words themselves.
Anyone with eyes could see that, even before the Seven Peaks Grand Competition, the First Peak had been making things difficult for the Seventh Peak at the Sect Master's behest. Once the competition began, it became even more blatant.
Had Xu Taiping not returned in time, the Seventh Peak probably would not have won a single match, and many of its disciples would have been injured.
And just now, to favor Ye Xuan, the Sect Master had even intervened himself.
Yet all the disciples outside the Seventh Peak had merely watched it happen. Aside from one or two of them, no one had spoken so much as a word on behalf of the Seventh Peak's disciples.
Not until Dugu Qingxiao's roar.
Any disciple with even a shred of conscience would have felt a trace of guilt at that roar.
Of course, Dugu Qingxiao had no need for their guilt.
His roar was simply to let his fellow brothers and senior sisters of the Seventh Peak vent their anger.
"It seems your trip to Fallen Longyuan wasn't wasted."
Zhou Tong looked coldly at Dugu Qingxiao, his face betraying no emotion.
From the moment Dugu Qingxiao appeared, his plan to draw out those lurking in secret had already failed, so there was no need to keep up the act.
"All thanks to you."
Dugu Qingxiao met Zhou Tong's gaze, his face full of pride.
Zhou Tong smiled at the sight, then raised his hand. With a snap, the flying sword hovering before Dugu Qingxiao flew into his grasp.
He examined the longsword in his hand without regard for anyone else, then formed a Sword Finger with his