Heavenly God Mountain.
Lu Qingfeng landed right in front of Po Feng.
Po Feng was in a sorry state, his body scorched and bound by vines to the ground. An eagle, burnt to a skeleton, had fallen beside him.
"Your Divine Skills, elder, I admire."
"It is just that my Golden Silkworm Immortal Sect occupies a Blessed Land, and within our sect, countless are at the Foundation Establishment level. Should you be alone, elder advises you benevolently, spare those who can be spared, do not lead yourself astray."
Still defiant and unyielding even in defeat, Po Feng spoke with a stern voice.
"Disperse."
Lu Qingfeng paid no heed to Po Feng, turning his head to speak to the people of Yinfu Sect. The following words, people of Yinfu Sect need not know.
"Yes!"
Though curious about the dialogue between 'Immortals', Lu Qingfeng's imposing demeanour ran deep. After responding, everyone withdrew.
