"Do you think we can still survive even if we had the Eight Wasteland Armor? You saw Duan Qingchen's strength; the experts of the five major sects are no weaker than him. If not for that old man having something urgent to deal with, we would have ended up like our armor. We must not underestimate these sects' experts in the future." Gongxi Kuangdao took a drink and reminded his subordinates, looking dejected.
As soon as they had returned to the Sacred Realm of Sects, they had met a descendant of the Divine Emperor Clan, and with just two moves, they had been forced to escape with heavy injuries. They initially wanted to cause trouble with the major sects, but when they accidentally met Duan Qingchen, their armor was turned to ashes. If Duan Qingchen didn't have an emergency and they hadn't used that opportunity to flee, they wouldn't even be alive right now.
