"What!" The Dust Valley Sect Master stood up from his seat, his expression grave.
"Good! Good." He nodded and returned to his seat.
All the elders wore grave expressions, their faces filled with killing intent.
The Radiant Sect had already tested their limits many times, and this time, it wouldn't end with a mere skirmish.
They had been holding back because of the Half-step Golden Core in the Radiant Sect, but now, they realized there was no limit to their enemy's madness.
"Sect Master, what should we do?" an elder demanded, his eyes bloodshot with fury.
Hundreds of disciples had been lost to the Radiant Sect's madness. If they did not retaliate, the deaths of those innocent disciples would be in vain.
"Start the plan," the Sect Master commanded coldly.
When the elders heard 'Start the Plan,' their expressions changed. This was not merely a simple plan, but a contingency measure for when things reached a breaking point.
