"You still dare to dream of making our sect leader show himself to you? Boy, you're simply delusional. The sect leader is in seclusion and cannot be disturbed. Your actions are nothing short of courting death!"
Although the Black-Clad Elder of the Poison King Sect was tightly bound by Fang Han's almost tangible divine sense and could not move his body, his eyes were full of resentment and anger. He glared at Fang Han and shouted loudly, as if he wanted to devour Fang Han alive.
Just then, the wind howled within the Poison King Sect, black robes fluttered, and countless figures appeared like ghosts from every corner of the sect.
These people were naturally all experts from the Poison King Sect. Each of them held a weapon and had fierce eyes. In the blink of an eye, they surrounded Fang Han and the others.
Fang Han and the others took a quick look at these people from the Poison King Sect; their cultivation levels varied greatly.
Among them, most were Martial Masters, whose auras were somewhat mixed. There were only a few high-level Martial Grandmasters, whose auras were calm. A dozen or so mid-level and low-level Martial Grandmasters were distributed around the perimeter, trying to exert pressure on the surrounded individuals from all directions.
There wasn't a single cultivator present who was above the Foundation Establishment stage.
"You ignorant brat, how dare you lead people to break into my Poison King Sect! Today is your death day!"
An elderly man with white hair and a stern face stepped forward. With a "whoosh," he drew his sword, its blade gleaming coldly, pointing directly at Fang Han. His posture suggested that he was about to deliver a fatal blow to Fang Han at any moment.
"You think you can stop me?"
Fang Han snorted, his voice seemingly coming from the deepest hell, carrying endless chill.
Immediately afterwards, an overwhelming pressure surged from his body, like an invisible storm, instantly sweeping across the entire area.
The hundred or so people from the Poison King Sect were as if they had been frozen in place by this oppressive force. Their feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and they could not move an inch. Their faces were full of fear and disbelief.
"You...you brat, what kind of sorcery did you use?"
Elder Wuyi's voice trembled, and the fear in his eyes could no longer be concealed.
He had experienced countless trials and tribulations on his path of cultivation and had seen many masters. He himself was even a Martial Grandmaster. But he had never seen a scene like Fang Han, who could suppress so many masters with just his aura without firing a single shot. The shock in his heart was as overwhelming as a stormy sea.
"Boy, how dare you run wild in our Poison King Sect! When the sect leader emerges from seclusion, he will surely tear you to pieces!"
The white-haired elder at the head of the group was a high-ranking Martial Grandmaster and also an elder of the Discipline Hall of the Poison King Sect. He held a respected position within the sect and his word was law.
At this moment, although he was completely suppressed by Fang Han's oppressive aura and could not move, he was still unwilling to show weakness and shouted loudly, trying to regain some face with his words.
"I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you."
Fang Han remained calm and composed, his tone undisturbed, as if everything before him was nothing more than fleeting smoke.
In reality, if he hadn't come today with the intention of cooperating with the Poison King Sect, given his temper and strength, he would have already gone on a killing spree, showing these ignorant fools what true terror was.
"Boy... do you really think you can act recklessly and arrogantly in my Poison King Sect?"
The white-haired elder's wrinkled face, with its pair of cloudy yet fierce eyes, stared intently at Fang Han as he unleashed another torrent of curses.
But at that moment, a rapid and sharp sound of something flying by, like an owl slicing through the sky, suddenly came from nowhere.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a white figure rushing towards them like a shooting star.
As the figure gradually became clearer, it was revealed to be a graceful woman dressed in a snow-white robe that fluttered in the wind like a white lotus blooming in the breeze.
On her face, she wore a mysterious silver mask, revealing only a pair of bright, clear eyes.
"Discipline Elder, Black-Robed Elder, you must not be rude..."
The woman's voice was clear and melodious, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.
The woman who suddenly appeared was none other than Lin Yao, the high and mighty sect leader of the Poison King Sect.
Lin Yao turned in mid-air and landed lightly in front of everyone.
"Sect Master, it's this brat! He's incredibly audacious, killing several of our outer disciples... Now, he's even using some bizarre sorcery to immobilize us all. Sect Master, you must avenge us and quickly kill this despicable fiend..."
When Elder Wuyi saw Lin Yao appear, he was like a drowning person grasping at a straw. His face was full of anxiety and grievance, and he shouted his grievances.
As he spoke, he struggled to move his body, but due to Fang Han's powerful divine sense binding him, he remained completely immobile and could only watch helplessly.
"snort!"
Upon hearing this, Lin Yao's beautiful eyes flashed with displeasure, and she coldly said, "Mr. Fang is an unparalleled expert. He merely used his divine sense to slightly punish you and suppress you. If I, the sect master, had known that Mr. Fang would grace our Poison King Sect with his presence, I would have personally welcomed him and dared not be negligent in the slightest. Mr. Fang had already informed your disciple Scarface of his intentions, but your disciple Scarface not only didn't know what was good for him, but also rashly brought people to obstruct Mr. Fang. Furthermore, he even harbored ill intentions towards some of Mr. Fang's female companions. Mr. Fang is kind-hearted and didn't take your disciple Scarface's life on the spot, which is already a great favor."
Upon hearing the sect leader's words, Scarface was struck dumb. He had been eagerly anticipating the sect leader's revenge, but now everything went black before his eyes, and his hopes were instantly shattered.
His eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.
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