The sound of his voice fell.
Everyone present clapped, no joking matter as Da Xia hadn't seen a decisive battle between two sects emerge with full effort for a long time, especially those at the Golden Core Peak stage, who generally played a deterring role.
They hadn't made a move.
All were a group of old men whose lives were nearly depleted, where each action consumed their remaining life span.
Even the six elderly cultivators at Golden Core Peak, who were sitting in the middle of the square to maintain order, couldn't help but be moved by the words, and one of them, with an expression neither sad nor happy, looked towards the Sect Master of the Warhammer Sect.
"No fighting outside the Capital."
"I understand the rules."
The Sect Master of the Warhammer Sect smiled and nodded, "I will wait for them to leave the Capital before making my move."
