The old man from the Heavenly Evil Sect retreated, and Sima Rusuo hurried forward to support him.
The old man waved him off. "Worthy of the name Sword God. Having crossed hands with you today, I see you truly are formidable."
Leng Guhan said flatly, "There are certain things your Heavenly Evil Sect must hand over. Otherwise, never mind me-no one here will agree to let this go."
"These all belong to our Heavenly Evil Sect, and you want us to hand them over?" Sima Rusuo stepped forward and said.
"Shut up. Juniors like you have no place speaking here," an old man from the Demon Spirit Sect snapped.
Anger flared across Sima Rusuo's face. He was actually no longer young, merely somewhat younger than the Old Fools here.
Having been the Heavenly Evil Sect's Sect Master for so many years, always standing high above others, how could he not have a temper? Being berated like this filled him with rage, and he longed to go up and fight this old bastard.
"Stand down," the Sima Clan's old man said quietly.
However unwilling Sima Rusuo was, he dared not defy his ancestor. After glaring at the Demon Spirit Sect's old man, he retreated without another word.
"Sima Cenfeng, if you refuse to hand things over today, don't dream of leaving this place," the Demon Spirit Sect's old man snapped again.
"Du Fuzhou, you certainly talk big!" Sima Cenfeng said coldly.
"That is our position as well. Everyone, wouldn't you agree?" Pang Tiangang said with a soft chuckle.
Although Wu Xuancang and the others said nothing, they tacitly agreed.
"Huang Xiao, do you know them?" Demon Phoenix asked Huang Xiao through voice transmission.
Huang Xiao glanced at them. The only ones he knew were the three old men from the Evil