Looking at Qiu Mobai's fierce but cowardly appearance, Xiao Feng's lips curled into a playful smile.

He strolled around slowly, like a playboy just out of a casino, glancing sideways at Qiu Mobai and clicking his tongue.

"Oh my, Master Qiu, your reaction... tsk tsk, anyone who didn't know better would think you're hiding some shady treasure in your study? Are you afraid to let us see it, or are you afraid we'll see something we shouldn't, like... evidence of collusion with the demonic path?"

He deliberately drew out his words, each one like a small hammer striking Qiu Mobai's taut nerves.

"What? Are you hiding a mistress, or are you concealing a mountain of debts? Just give me a straight answer! All this hiding is practically telling everyone that I have a guilty conscience, that I'm the traitor!"

Xiao Feng shrugged and spread his hands, giving off a smug look that said, "See, I wasn't wrong."

Qiu Mobai was enraged by his barbed words, his face turning ashen and veins throbbing on his forehead. He abruptly flicked his sleeve, attempting to maintain his crumbling sect leader's dignity: "Insolence! You mere brat, how dare you bark and howl before me!"

He took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and swept his sinister gaze over the crowd, coldly snorting, "The innocent are innocent, and the guilty are guilty! I have acted uprightly and sat honestly, why should I prove anything to you petty villains? My study is not a place you can just walk into whenever you want."

His face revealed an extremely arrogant expression, his chin slightly raised, as if looking at a group of ants: "Guards!"

At his command, the disciples of the Immortal Cloud Sect standing on both sides of the palace gate drew their swords in unison with a "whoosh," the tips of the swords pointing directly at Xiao Feng and the others, their cold light chilling and their killing intent palpable.

"Throw out all these madmen who have trespassed into the Immortal Cloud Sect and slandered my reputation!"

Qiu Mobai shouted sternly, his tone revealing absolute authority and ruthlessness: "If there is any resistance, kill without mercy!"

"Qiu Mobai! How dare you!"

A furious shout, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, resounded throughout the hall.

The Third Elder of Huayun Sect suddenly slammed his hand on the large mahogany table in front of him. With a loud "bang," the teacups on the table jumped up, and tea splashed everywhere.

He abruptly stood up, his hair and beard bristling, his eyes wide with rage, and pointed at Qiu Mobai's nose, cursing, "You, Qiu Mobai! What a show of power! You have a guilty conscience, yet you dare to be so arrogant! Today I'll see who dares to stop me!"

The Third Elder was trembling with rage. He was already hot-tempered, and now he was even more furious.

He took a step forward, and a powerful aura suddenly erupted, his robes fluttering even without wind: "I'm putting my words on the table today! We're going to enter your Immortal Cloud Sect's study! Anyone who dares to stop us is going against our Huayun Sect! They're going against the entire Righteous Path Alliance!"

His words were forceful and his attitude was extremely firm, leaving absolutely no room for negotiation.

"The Third Elder is right!"

"Search the study and find the traitor!"

"We cannot let such scoundrels get away with this!"

Immediately, the crowd inside the hall was filled with indignation, and voices supporting the search rose and fell.

Qiu Mobai's face was so dark it could drip water, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent: "You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to drink the penalty cup! Attack them! Take them down!"

"Protect the sect leader!"

The disciples of the Immortal Cloud Sect shouted in unison and moved instantly!

"Protect the Third Elder!"

"Let's fight them!"

The disciples of Huayun Sect and Qing Sect were not to be outdone, and they drew their weapons and charged forward.

In an instant, the once solemn and majestic hall was transformed into a chaotic battlefield!

"Clang clang clang—!"

The sounds of clashing swords were incessant, and sparks flew everywhere.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Fists and feet clashed, palm winds howled, true energy surged, and gusts of wind were stirred up.

Relying on their superior numbers and home advantage, the disciples of the Immortal Cloud Sect launched a fierce offensive, attempting to take down their opponents as quickly as possible.

Although the disciples of Huayun Sect and Qing Sect were slightly fewer in number, they were all elites of their sects, fearless in the face of death, and engaged in fierce combat with their opponents.

A disciple of the Immortal Cloud Sect thrust his longsword like a venomous snake out of its hole, aiming straight for Gan Feng's heart.

Gan Feng snorted coldly, dodged to the side, and slashed out with his long sword, the wind from the blade sharp and fierce.

On the other side, several Huayun Sect disciples formed a simple formation and fought fiercely against Xianyun Sect disciples who outnumbered them several times over. Swords flashed and figures crisscrossed.

Xiao Feng was targeted by two inner disciples of the Immortal Cloud Sect. These two were quite powerful and worked together seamlessly, attacking him from the left and right.

Xiao Feng chuckled, his footsteps unpredictable, his figure weaving between the two like a ghost. He appeared disheveled but always managed to dodge fatal attacks at the last second. Occasionally, he would even manage to kick his opponent or nudge him with his elbow, all while cursing under his breath.

"Hey buddy, go easy on me! If you ruin my handsome face, can you afford to pay for it?"

"Tsk tsk, this swordsmanship is so weak, did you not eat?"

The entire hall was in complete chaos.

Qiu Mobai stood on high ground, coldly observing the chaotic battle below, a cruel sneer playing on his lips.

The Third Elder of Huayun Sect was so angry that he roared and rolled up his sleeves, wanting to personally intervene, but was held back by his disciples.

Inside the main hall, shouts of battle shook the heavens.

The sounds of clashing internal energy, the crackling of weapons striking each other, the muffled groans of the wounded, and the shattering of tables and chairs.

The various sounds mingled together, making it even more lively than a vegetable market.

Qiu Mobai stood with his hands behind his back at the edge of the platform, his face ashen and his eyes coldly surveying the chaos below.

He was like a ruthless chess player, watching the pieces on the board fight each other, the cruel smile on his lips becoming more and more pronounced.

Although the disciples of the Immortal Cloud Sect had the upper hand for the time being, the people from the Huayun Sect and the Qing Sect were not to be underestimated. They fought like they were on steroids, and the situation remained deadlocked for a while.

Just then, a deafening roar came from the center of the hall!

"Boom!"

It turned out that an elder from the Huayun Sect and a protector from the Xianyun Sect had clashed head-on. The violent shockwave of true energy spread out instantly, sending more than a dozen disciples who were fighting nearby flying!

Smoke and dust filled the air, and gravel flew everywhere, creating a brief, chaotic vacuum.

"Now!" Xiao Feng's eyes suddenly lit up, and he shouted in his heart.

The tension in my nerves instantly relaxed, only to tighten again!

His seemingly unsteady steps suddenly changed, becoming erratic and unpredictable, like a ghost!

"Get out of here!"

Xiao Feng let out a strange cry and leaned his body backward at an incredible angle, narrowly avoiding the sword thrust aimed at his face by the disciple on his left.

At the same time, he thrust his elbow backward sharply.

With a muffled thud, it struck the disciple on the right in the lower abdomen!

"Well!"

The disciple groaned in pain, his body momentarily frozen.