The Mountain-Moving Sect, the inner gate.

Amid a shaking of the sky, White Jade Capital experts appeared one after another, weary-faced and carrying wounds.

Two of them had already sunk into a half-conscious state and had to be held up by others.

This was beyond doubt the look of men who had come through a hard fight.

But the elders who had stayed to hold the sect looked with a certain bewilderment at Yan Chongzhang, out in front of them all.

Under the Dao-son's lead the Mountain-Moving head sect had sent out the greater part of its strength to wipe out the Earth-Nether Dark Python clan. And though they made a poor showing now, at least every one of them had come back alive.

Going by what these Mountain-Moving elders knew of those dark pythons' strength.

For a victory that large, it was plain that the Nanhong Dao-sons must have put in no little effort.

But… the gains?

Had they not gone to take the Earth-Nether Dark Python Young Master alive? Surely the fighting had not gotten so heated that they had cut it down by accident?

At that thought every heart there sank.

Beating the grass and startling the snake — once word got out that the Mountain-Moving Sect had moved against the dark pythons, the demons in the area would only grow warier. And the sect would have to pay a far steeper price to finish what the Boundless Dao-Sovereign Sect had charged it with.

Never mind. If they could use the chance to build a connection with a top-tier colossus of that order, it would not count as too great a loss.

They were still thinking it over when they noticed all at once that the Great Elder's face was livid. Something was plainly wrong.

"I do not talk behind a man's back. You come with me — this old one means to lay a charge against you to your face."

Yang Yunheng had held his temper the whole way back to the sect and could hold it no longer. He flung his sleeve in a rage,…