At his words, Ye Xiaotian froze. He turned and glared at him. "Weren't you the one who said they wanted to attack our Heavenly Baleful Valley? Why are you asking him whether it's true?"
"Ahem!" Grand Elder Zheng Tianyuan's aged face flushed, and he hurriedly coughed to hide his embarrassment.
"Sect Master, you misunderstood me. I was asking... whether our Heavenly Baleful Valley really has been surrounded."
Ye Xiaotian swept his gaze around. Seeing that the elders still weren't taking this seriously, he knitted his brows, kicked a nearby pillar, and roared.
"You bastards are itching for a beating, aren't you?! At a time like this, you're still standing around?! Get moving, damn it!"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
The elders no longer dared delay. His roar nearly scared their souls out of their bodies, and they immediately pulled out Message Transmission Talismans to summon all the disciples from their respective peaks.
Meanwhile, south of the Mountain of Ten Thousand Spirits, the mournful blare of horns filled the heavens. Heaven-tier Flying Boats tore through the clouds and raced toward them, trailing long plumes of flame.
Clearly, the alliance's various sects had all brought out their sect-guarding treasures to make the journey.
In less than two hours, densely packed Warships filled the southern sky for a hundred miles around. Banners blotted out the sun, and killing intent surged into the heavens.
Aboard the dragon-headed Warship at the very front, nearly a thousand elders and sect masters stood with their heads lowered, silent as cicadas in winter.
Before them stood a young man dressed in purple-and-gold robes.
His face was as flawless as fine jade, extraordinarily handsome, but his eyes were as deep as the sea, their depths unfathomable.
Even standing silently, he radiated a heart-pounding pressure, as though the entire sky lay prostrate