"Holy shit!" Chun Xiaobai's eyelid twitched.
Why had so many people come?
He instinctively swept his gaze over them, and his expression changed at once.
There were more than thirty thousand elders before him!
Even the weakest was at the late Golden Core stage, and over two hundred were Spirit Transformation elders.
How was this merely coming to defend the sect?
They had dragged every elder in the Heavenly Gang Sect straight out of bed!
Beside him, the armor-clad Bai Jin'er grew nervous too and quietly tugged at Chun Xiaobai's arm.
"Great King, why do I feel like something's wrong?"
"Your Great King isn't blind!" Chun Xiaobai slapped her hand away, but his gaze never left the surrounding crowd.
No.
Something really was wrong.
These elders had arrived too quickly.
Moreover, they stood in orderly ranks, their auras rising and falling in unison, and almost all of them had arrived within three breaths.
This looked nothing like people rushing over after suddenly hearing a disturbance.
It looked more like... they had been ready all along.
At the front of the crowd, a middle-aged man wearing a Purple-Gold Robe slowly stepped forward.
He wore a jade crown and had a sword hanging at his waist. A golden flood dragon coiling through a sea of clouds was embroidered on his cuff. His face looked somewhat frightened, yet there was not a trace of panic in his eyes, only the composure of someone long accustomed to holding power.
This man was none other than the Heavenly Gang Sect's Sect Master, Gu Chengfeng.
Gu Chengfeng did not rush into any rash action. First, he looked at the Demonic Artifact embedded in the gatepost, then inspected Chun Xiaobai and the others from head to toe before slowly speaking:
"Are you gentlemen Emperor Pavilion Envoys?"
"What?"