"Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!"
The copper bell in the center of Wanyue Pavilion's square was ringing more urgently. From within Wanyue Pavilion, surges of energy rose, quickly approaching the square.
The disciples of Wanyue Pavilion gathered in small groups, their gazes towards Liang Zuoyi and Su Bingshuan filled with disdain and disgust.
"Xiao Liangzi, Su Bingshuan, I think we should leave here immediately," Ye Chenfeng strongly trusted his instincts. When he wanted to turn around and rush down the mountain, it was already too late. Two overwhelming forces enveloped the entire square. Ye Chenfeng knew that if he tried to charge down the mountain regardless, those who emitted these two forces would definitely act immediately.
A stern-looking middle-aged man and a beautiful middle-aged woman suddenly appeared in the center of the square. The two overwhelming forces came from them; they were the two sect leaders of Wanyue Pavilion, Shi Qianren and Fang Yurong.
