Tong Xinran's expression gradually went blank.
She said nothing more, and the folding fan in her hand instantly transformed into six longswords that hovered behind her.
If these people kept blocking her, she would not mind killing them all.
Seeing Tong Xinran ready to strike, those who wanted to stop her began breaking out in cold sweats.
But these were their sects' orders. They dared not disobey.
The people from the Great Sun Sacred Ground also wanted to make a move.
Xu Yaoyang's expression instantly turned icy.
"All of you, stay where you are!"
The leader of the Great Sun Sacred Ground's group felt rather helpless.
"Saint Son..."
Xu Yaoyang nodded.
"I know this is the Sacred Lord's will, but the Sacred Lord isn't here right now, so I have the final say. No one is to move. If possible, help the people from the Divine Firmament Sword Sect."
The leader was at a loss for words.
Wait, not only are we not stopping them, we're supposed to help?
Saint Son, aren't you being a little...
At that moment, Xu Yaoyang asked just one question.
"I won't waste words. Since I'm the Saint Son of the Great Sun Sacred Ground, I'll be its Sacred Lord in the future. The Sacred Lord will step down someday, and I'll take his place. So, do you think I, your future Sacred Lord, would make the wrong decision?"
The leader said nothing more and could only hold his position.
The Heart-Questioning Valley's people simply remained neutral.
The Star-Seizing Sect's people also held their position.
Judging by their expressions, however, they seemed somewhat inclined to help the Divine Firmament Sword Sect.
At this sight, those blocking the way felt their scalps prickle.
The Divine Firmament Sword Sect alone was already more than enough for them