At this moment, the distant Hu Xiandao finally noticed the old man's strength. His pupils constricted when he sensed the overwhelming aura coming from his hunched figure. He found it hard to believe that such a fragile old man could actually emit a palpitating pressure that made him feel dread.
"Elders, protect the disciples from any danger. Lead them to retreat from this place!" Hu Xiandao shouted grimly, stunning the disciples in place. From the expression of Elder Hu, they knew that the old man leading the Crimson Sun Sect's group was not ordinary and even Elder Hestia seemed to be wary of him. Thinking about that, the disciples felt a bit worried.
"Elder Hu, leave the disciples' safety to us. Don't push yourself too hard and make sure you come back alive to the sect!" The elders said to Hu Xiandao.
Hu Xiandao nodded his head solemnly at them before he sprinted towards Hestia.
