They looked at the spectator stand.
Their disciples were helpless as men in dark robes held knives to their necks.
The only ones fighting the men in dark robes were Lin Fan and the rest.
It was ironic for them to have to rely on Lin Fan and the Qing Feng Sect's disciples.
Moments ago, they were wishing for the future downfall of Qing Feng sect.
They thought for a moment and made their decision.
They had no other choice.
As sect masters, they knew what could be sacrificed and what couldn't be sacrificed.
There would also be newcomers willing to be their disciples.
"How dare you try to assassinate the Emperor!" Low Qiang shouted and lunged at the Dark Envoy.
He'd better show his loyalty to the Emperor or face the consequences later.
The other sect masters, with their peak lords, looked at each other and nodded, following suit.
