"You make it sound as if you're some philanthropist," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
At the appearance of the old man and the middle-aged man, the expressions of these Feather Clan elders changed drastically.
The Fourth Elder hurriedly greeted them, "Ancestor Kouji, Ancestor Chengfeng, why are you here?"
The white-robed elder, the so-called Ancestor Kouji, replied calmly, "The sect is attacking the Stone Clan. How could we possibly be absent from something this important?"
"That's true," the Fourth Elder nodded slightly.
"After all these years, you still haven't improved. You truly disappoint us," Ancestor Chengfeng said from beside him.
"So many of you against one person, all at the same cultivation level, yet you ended up in such a sorry state."
Hearing his own ancestor's words, the Fourth Elder lowered his head slightly.
For a moment, he was at a loss for words.
He did not dare refute him. After all, forget fleeing—his very life now hung in the balance.
"Ah, I have no interest in standing here listening to you chat about family matters," Xu Zimo said impatiently from the side.
"Since you insist on being an enemy of my Feather Clan, then allow me to learn from you," Ancestor Chengfeng said.
He stepped through the air. Dressed in white, he cut a graceful figure, carrying the air of a refined young master amid a turbid world.
The two swords strapped to his back trembled faintly and began to hum.
They seemed eager to join the battle.
"Ancestor, be careful," several elders hurriedly warned from the side.
"Look after yourselves," Ancestor Chengfeng said indifferently.
A vast and mighty aura rose around him, surging immortal energy pouring forth from behind him.
Like a galaxy hanging upside down for three thousand miles, annihilating the nine provinces suspended in the sky.