"Hmph!"
Ancestor Kunlun's anger surged, and he snorted coldly. A great torrent of Spiritual Power surged from within him, forming a roaring whirlwind around him.
The two powerful and oppressive forces clashed invisibly, causing the bluestone slabs beneath their feet to shatter inch by inch. Their terrifying cracks extended outwards, gradually covering the entire square.
"Elders, please calm down! Wei Tian, the Sect Master of the Crimson Dawn Sect, pays his respects to both of you."
A figure hurriedly ran over, interrupting the standoff between the two.
The Sect Master of the Crimson Dawn Sect respectfully bowed, but inwardly he couldn't help but ridicule the situation.
When immortals fight, lesser beings suffer.
If you two elders want to fight, go somewhere else. Why must you come to wreak havoc in my humble Crimson Dawn Sect?
