At this moment, the Buddhist Sect was bustling with crowds as lively as a sea of people. Of course, the primary purpose of this gathering of representatives from the Nine Great Sects of Ancient Martial Arts was to crusade against Northern King Ye Feng. The best outcome would be to seize this opportunity to thoroughly eliminate this God of Slaughter.
If that proved impossible, the alternative would be to confine him in the Buddhist Sect for thirty years, preventing him from wandering outside. So when Northern King Ye Feng arrived, disciples from the Nine Great Sects each displayed a look of indignation.
Despite their teeth-gritting hatred, not one of them dared to step forward. After all, at present, Northern King Ye Feng was like a malevolent sword, hanging over the heads of each disciple of the Ancient Martial Arts Sects. If this sword was not completely removed, they would never have peace.
