Then the blurred figure called out to Ye Feiyu in a somewhat icy tone:
"Wretched disciple!"
At those words, Ye Feiyu, pinned beneath Huang Zong's foot, suddenly began trembling all over.
Huang Zong then removed his foot from Ye Feiyu's head and stood silently to one side.
He knew perfectly well that as long as this figure appeared, Ye Feiyu would behave himself.
"M... Master?"
Trembling all over, Ye Feiyu knelt prostrate on the ground and slowly raised his head to look at the phantom before him, his eyes filled with terror.
It was as though a leopard baring its fangs had turned into a sickly cat shivering with fear.
"Atone for their injuries in the same manner you inflicted them, until they are satisfied."
After coldly delivering those words, the figure dissipated.
"Your disciple obeys!"
Even though the figure had already disappeared, Ye Feiyu still knocked his forehead heavily against the ground with the utmost reverence.
The instant the figure dissipated, the mighty pressure enveloping the Front Courtyard vanished as well.
The expressions on Xu Taiping's and Lu Rushuang's faces abruptly relaxed.
"Was that your Taihao Sect's sect master, Lin Qinggu?"
With some confusion on her face, Lu Rushuang looked up at Elder Huang Zong.
"How dare you address my master by name!"
Before Huang Zong could answer, Ye Feiyu raised his head in fury and shouted at her.
Thud!
The words had barely left Ye Feiyu's mouth before Huang Zong pinned his head beneath his foot once more, then said coldly:
"Do you want me to summon the sect master again?"
At those words, Ye Feiyu's face, somewhat contorted with rage, turned fearful again, and he fell silent.
"You have a keen eye, Hall Master Lu."
Huang Zong nodded with a smile, then continued:
"Since the sect master