Hearing Yu Qingshan’s words, Lei Batian’s face alternated between flushed and pale. It was quite an embarrassed look. It was true. Extreme Celestial Sect had not responded at all to the recent hunt for Chen Feng. This incident had caused many of the disciples from Extreme Celestial Sect to feel disillusioned.

“What? Do you have nothing to say? I didn’t think that Extreme Celestial Sect is an existence that can only bully the weak and cower before the strong. If Extreme Celestial Sect keeps this up, it will no longer be qualified to be called one of the Ten Great Immortal Dao Sects of the Northern Plains,” Yu Qingshan said, sneering.

Yu Qingshan was not the only one. Many of the cultivators there were also sending ridiculing sneers at the cultivators from Extreme Celestial Sect.

“We are not here for the sake of some immortal mountain. Rather, we are here to protect Chen Feng. I have heard that there are many cultivators hunting our sect’s disciple. Hey, hey! No matter who that person may be, anyone who dares hunt down our disciples will have to answer to us,” Hua Zhuliu said calmly. However, there was a surprising tone of forcefulness within his voice.

“That is right! This time, we’ll have some fellows understand that our Extreme Celestial Sect is not to be trifled with! Our disciples are not existences...