Seeing that Yang Jiaoxi Hu's expression had changed, Fan Di arrogantly raised his voice. "Within Fengyan Kingdom, who would dare impersonate disciples of my Luoxian Sect? We were invited by Sect Leader Liu of the Chan He Sect to lend aid. Considering that your Feiying Sect is also a branch of Fengyan Kingdom's Daoist sects, and survival is difficult amid the current upheaval of Heaven and Earth, if you know what's good for you, immediately lead your disciples away and swear a blood oath never to offend the Chan He Sect again. We will not stoop to your level! Otherwise, do not blame us for being ruthless and wiping out your Feiying Sect before Star Cloud Ridge!"
Though Fan Di's tone carried a threat, his words were not false. The Feiying Sect and Chan He Sect were evenly matched in strength, each having four or five Nascent Soul cultivators. The Feiying Sect only dared provoke the Chan He Sect because of the fierce beasts and birds it kept. With these dozen or so Nascent Soul cultivators from the Luoxian Sect, together with the Chan He Sect's disciples, they could absolutely wipe out the Feiying Sect disciples brought by Yang Jiaoxi Hu here.
Sure enough, Yang Jiaoxi Hu hesitated somewhat. His pair of golden-flashing eyes blinked as though he were deep in thought.
Yet after only a moment, Yang Jiaoxi Hu threw back his head and laughed. Raising a hand, he pointed and said, "Haha, which hall of the Luoxian Sect are you disciples from? You act so arrogantly outside—does your Hall Master know about it?"
"Y-you... you are courting death!!!" Fan Di flew into a rage. As his hands rubbed together, thick crystalline radiance emerged. Yet just as that radiance was about to fall into the air, Fan Di hesitated,