"Hnh—"

Compared with the Mountain-Moving Sect Master, a Dao-merging colossus, Yan Chongzhang was plainly far more shaken.

He stared hard at the sky, his breathing much heavier.

On his way out of the sect, Yan Chongzhang had been rehearsing excuses in his head. He meant to dump the whole mess on that unknown power and see these living ancestors off to Beihong.

But now he stood frozen where he was.

From what Situ Junrui had said, these people plainly knew Yang Yunheng was the Great Elder of the Mountain-Moving Sect.

For an immortal sect, the great elder was second only to the Sect Master and the Dao-son.

Unless they meant to wipe out the whole sect, why would they take things this far so easily, without leaving the Mountain-Moving Sect any room to choose?

"The Boundless Dao-Sovereign Sect…"

Yan Chongzhang did not know whether he was furious beyond measure, or whether some fear had crept into his heart, or both.

His trembling fingers slowly clenched.

He had long known the Dao-Sovereign Sect was famous and immensely strong, but Yan Chongzhang had still not expected…

These Beihong cultivators did not treat the Mountain-Moving Sect as an immortal sect at all. They did not even treat its cultivators as people.

The shock of that gap left his mind blank.

"Seal the sect. Raise the formation."

The Mountain-Moving Sect Master finally took his eyes away and looked at his disciple. His voice was much gentler.

Plainly, he could see his disciple was rattled.

But this time, the Mountain-Moving Sect Master had no intention of scolding Yan Chongzhang for losing his nerve, because even he had been given quite an education.

Pan Boyang's arrogance, his readiness to kill and rob at the slightest excuse, had not come from any failure in his sect's teaching.

It was the way Hongze's leader of the righteous path had always done things, handed down from one generation to the next.

"You mean to put up a last stand?"

Situ Junrui took in the look on the old man in the hemp robe. He tossed Yang Yunheng aside and…