As both Sect Master Feng and Supreme Elder clashed in the sky, down below, the sect disciples, servants, and elders watched with their hearts clutched in icy fear. As the fate of the sect depend upon the fight.
Among them, hidden within a protected circle of followers of Supreme Elder, stood Fang Hui the proud grandson of Supreme Elder, the one behind the entire incident.
A cruel smile stretched across his lips as he watched the dazzling exchange of blows in the sky. Every time Supreme Elder aura shook the sky, his confidence swelled.
"Grandfather willl win," he thought, his fists clenching in excitement. "Once he wins, everything will belong to me again!" Muttering himself.
His eyes then turned, sharp and venomous, locking onto Xiu Luo. Xiu Luo who trampled on his pride everytime. In a loud, venomous voice filled with arrogance and hatred, he barked out to the elders aligned with his Grandfather.
"Cripple him and bring him to me!"