After speaking, he brushed past the purple-faced leader and walked straight into the tightly packed guards, "Excuse me, brothers, let me through, don't block us from our duty."
The hundred or so guards trembled slightly as they clutched their waist knives, yet not one dared to draw their blades from their sheaths.
They did not lack the courage to protect the sect with their lives.
They simply did not know how to deal with the situation at hand.
The trembling was not due to fear, but because they suppressed the urge to draw their swords.
Just then, a mocking voice that was neither yin nor yang came from behind the guards, "You just want to snatch the position of Sect Hierarch, don't you? I, Hall Master, am right here. If you, Yang Tiansheng, have the guts, then step over my dead body!"