The majestic and imposing voice reverberated within the Sect Leader's Hall of Xuechan Palace, causing the expressions of all the Nascent Soul cultivators present to polarize immediately.
Nie Yushuang, Xu Tianlin, and the rest of the pro-war faction of cultivators all showed expressions of wild joy, as if they had just heard the world's greatest news.
In contrast, figures like "Master Feixue" and "Master Cold Crow," among the fourteen cultivators who contemplated fleeing without a fight, seemed to have been struck by lightning, their faces blank with fear and apprehension.
Thud, thud!
The sound of knees hitting the floor arose successively, as seven or eight cultivators from the escape faction, under immense psychological pressure, couldn't help but kneel.
At the same time, the closed doors of the Sect Leader's Hall suddenly swung open on their own with a loud clang.
Shua, shua, shua!
The eyes of Zhouyang and the other cultivators collectively turned towards the open doors.
