Martial Master

Upon hearing these words, the atmosphere in the palace instantly froze, and many Martial Kings around looked over with unfriendly expressions, their faces filled with anger.

Shame?

I kindly gave these three a way out, yet Zhuo Qingfeng and the others were too ungrateful, simply like mad dogs, biting anyone they catch.

"Hypocrite, if you truly pity them, you should take their place and venture into this unpredictable place. Just shouting here, what does that count for?"

"Indeed, coming from the Great Wei Dynasty, there should at least be some display of goodwill, but what one truly thinks inside may be different."

"Haha, extremely hypocritical."

Several people sneered.

"Shut up!"

The previously silent Master Zhao Tiansheng and the elders suddenly spoke coldly.

Once they opened their mouths, the atmosphere shifted again.

These ancestors from medium-sized forces dared to confront Zhuo Qingfeng and the others, but they certainly did not dare to confront Zhao Tiansheng and the other representatives of the Alchemy Pavilion in the Hundred Dynasties. If they provoked the others' anger, withdrawing the Alchemy Pavilion, Weapon Hall, and Bloodline Holy Land from their respective dynasties would be quite a blow to these medium-sized forces.

Instantly, they fell silent, no longer speaking.

"Master!"

"Palace Master!"

"President!"

Zhuo Qingfeng and the others turned their gazes toward Zhao Tiansheng and the others. At this moment, only Zhao Tiansheng speaking might provide a glimmer of hope to save Liu Tai and the others.

"Vice Master Zhuo, after all, these matters pertain to the internal affairs of the Great Qian Dynasty. As representatives of the Alchemy Pavilion in the Hundred Dynasties, we cannot dictate the thoughts of each dynasty or interfere in the struggles of the various forces." Zhao Tiansheng sighed.

"Yes, we have already said everything we can on our journey here, but this matter ultimately involves the internal affairs of the various forces; we cannot directly intervene."

"Nangong Li, you need not worry too much. Although the scene behind that great door is strange, it may not necessarily be dangerous; good people have their heavenly protection."

Elder Su and President Jiang Wuyach also spoke, comforting the three, clearly having no intention to intervene.

This caused Zhuo Qingfeng and the others' faces to turn pale, their bodies swaying.

Yet, looking at the helpless expressions of Master Zhao Tiansheng and the others, they could not bring themselves to hate them.

After all, with their cultivation levels, they had no right to enter this ancient relic.

They could only come in because they followed the lead of Zhao Tiansheng and the others.

Moreover, along the way, Zhao Tiansheng and the others had not completely stood by, as they had spoken for Liu Tai and the others several times.

Only then could Liu Tai and the others survive to this point.

But even knowing these things, Zhuo Qingfeng and the others were still filled with grief and indignation.

Is this what the Hundred Dynasties are like? No wonder they have never developed in the Northern Sky Domain, years of war, division, and fragmentation have made everyone in the Hundred Dynasties extremely selfish.

In such a force, where they consume each other internally, how can they develop?

Even with such a powerful Heavenly Demon Secret Realm for so many years, they still remain in a corner of the Northern Sky Domain, becoming a desolate land in the eyes of other forces in the region.

"What are you three waiting for? Do you think someone will come to save you? Instead of waiting for someone to rescue you, why not just go in directly? There might still be a glimmer of hope."

Ding Qianqiu sneered, his gaze indifferent, devoid of warmth.

"Ding Qianqiu, you will get your comeuppance sooner or later."

Liu Tai shouted angrily.

Get your comeuppance?

Ding Qianqiu laughed, but his smile appeared particularly sinister, and then he slapped Liu Tai hard, sending him flying to the ground, a strong killing intent erupting from him.