The powerful figures of the Yin Yang Sect had arrived. There were seven or eight of them, all Grand Elders capable of intimidating an entire region!
It seemed as if everything was under their control; they had already pronounced the fate of those present. Their gazes were cold, merciless, and cruel.
"Ignorant fools! You have repeatedly provoked our Yin Yang Sect. Even tearing you to pieces a thousand times would not be enough to wash away this disgrace!" one of them shouted harshly.
The death of the sacred lady had been one thing; they were far away then and unable to offer aid. But the Saint Heir had died right before their eyes, publicly slaughtered. It was like a direct slap to their faces.
What supreme Great Sect in the Central States had ever had its future successors eliminated in such a manner? For the Yin Yang Sect, this was a monumental humiliation.
