Luo Qingyao's gaze was stern, "The entire Ancient Immortal Tribe is an omen of ill fortune, where do you get the nerve to judge others? Ignorant and complacent! Constantly proclaiming your faith in the Ancient Immortals, with no tolerance for any other voice. Do the Ancient Immortals even know that you worship them?"
"Insolence!" The faith in the Ancient Immortals was the absolute lifeline of the Ancient Immortal Tribe, allowing no defilement.
The Saiyang Sect's Great Witch's aura coalesced into a storm sweeping towards Luo Qingyao.
Fan Wubing dispersed it with a punch, looking at him coldly, "Do you really not know why the Silver Horse Peak collapsed?"
The Saiyang Sect's Great Witch snorted, "Because you outsiders provoked the Ancient Immortals, inviting misfortune!"
"Ridiculous, if you don't even know why your tribe's Holy Mountain collapsed, let me, an outsider, enlighten you!" Fan Wubing stepped forward, rising as if on stairs.
