In the instant Su Hongxiu looked back at him—

Du Weiguang felt a violent lurch of the heart. As a personally transmitted disciple of the Mountain-Moving Sect, he had considerable confidence in his own strength.

He did not go so far as to think that one elder's personally transmitted disciple could stand level with a Heaven-Sword Dao-son; but toward the powers of that region called Nanhong he could not help carrying a certain contempt.

One simple look from that woman, with a killing intent in it that was pure to the last degree, somehow gave him a feeling of greater danger than facing his own sect's Dao-son.

The Mountain-Moving Sect might not match the Nanhong Seven in bulk, but it was far larger than any single one of them, the Heaven-Sword Sect included.

And Nanhong had been tucked away in its corner all these years, while the Mountain-Moving Sect kept traffic with the whole of Hongze. As one waned the other waxed; with so many years gone by, the gap ought to be wider still.

That gap showed not only in the Mountain-Moving Sect's having opened a new Dao-merging treasured site and holding two Dao-merging colossi.

On sect disciples alone, they ought to be stronger too.

"……" Du Weiguang's mocking words just now had in fact come only from disliking the sight of this crowd of Nanhong savages coming to the Mountain-Moving Sect to run wild. With so many elders presiding in the main hall behind him, he had wanted to win back a little ground.

They had indeed left these Nanhong Dao-sons out in the cold on purpose.

Chiefly because the Mountain-Moving Sect had more important business in hand at the moment — and it happened that the West Dragon Palace was sending a great army pressing into Nanhong, which had eased the pressure on them somewhat.

And they feared that the Nanhong Seven, thinking the Mountain-Moving Sect did not take the matter to heart, would let a rift open, and then be unwilling to resist the Dragon Palace with all their strength, which would only breed more trouble…