The cultivators at the Seventh Hall were alarmed. Several hundred disciples in black flew down like birds from the peak. Wind-breaking noises filled the air.

They were elites with a ferocious aura and were ready to suppress the rebelling Feng children.

“Bang!” Feng Feiyun slashed the sky open. A dragon wave flew out and engulfed the sky. More than ten heretical disciples were killed with blood pouring down from the sky. Their body slammed into the mountain.

Meanwhile, the Feng members were filled with hatred. All of them unleashed their techniques; more than ten thousand beams of light flew up and blasted the group of elites into smithereens.

The first clan master leisurely followed Feng Feiyun and didn’t say a single thing from start to finish. He stared at Feng Feiyun’s back while slightly nodding his head with an approving smile.

Once they...