"Get away, get away from me! I haven't done anything wrong! What right do you have? What right do you have?"
Song Ge struggled with all her might, but it was completely futile. Her hands were being firmly gripped by others, and she could only watch helplessly as they seized the Chongxu Temple token from her person.
At that moment, Song Ge could no longer hold back. Tears spilled from her eyes, streaming down her cheeks.
She was consumed by grievance. She was a genius—over the years, countless sects had come seeking her out, trying to recruit her into their ranks.
But no matter what sect it was, Song Ge had turned them all down.
She had believed that as long as she remained loyal to Chongxu Temple, Chongxu Temple would never betray her.
But the scene before her today had shattered that belief entirely.
It turned out that her unwavering loyalty was utterly worthless when weighed against the sect's interests.
"What right—what right do you have to treat me this way?"
Song Ge screamed through her hoarse, ragged voice, her cry full of injustice echoing through the air.
Hearing that cry, not only did Chu Feng's heart ache, but many of the elders and disciples of Chongxu Temple felt pained as well.
But they were powerless to change any of it. No one dared to try, and no one even dared to speak up on Song Ge's behalf.
"What right? Because you've done nothing but evil!"
"Guards, throw her out!"
The sect master of Chongxu Temple pointed at Song Ge and declared in a booming voice.
"I'd like to see anyone who dares touch her!!!"
But suddenly, a voice exploded through the void.
BOOOOOM—
When that voice rang out, heaven and earth trembled violently.
Many people couldn't even keep their footing, tumbling and rolling over one after another.
"What was that? What just happened?"
A single roar had turned the faces of everyone present ashen with fear.
Even though they had all heard the voice clearly and understood the meaning of its words, the sheer might behind that roar was far too terrifying. It made them feel as though it wasn't a human voice at all—it was more like the arrival of doomsday.
Whoosh—
But in the very next moment, thunder rumbled and wind swept across the skies as a powerful oppressive force descended from above.
Once that oppressive force bore down, everyone present felt as though they had plunged into hell itself.
It was too strong. That pressure was simply overwhelming.
Whether it was the disciples, the elders, or even the sect master of Chongxu Temple and Zuo Ying's father—all of them could feel just how immense that force truly was.
It wasn't merely the pressure of a Martial Immortal. It felt more like the pressure of a Venerable.
They could sense that with a single thought, the other party could instantly obliterate every last one of their souls.
And most importantly, along with that oppressive force, a figure appeared—that person descended into the plaza, and it was none other than Old Monster Tang.
"Greetings, My Lord!"
"Chongxu Temple was unaware of Your Lordship's arrival and could not receive you in time. We humbly beg Your forgiveness."
Upon seeing Old Monster Tang, the sect master of Chongxu Temple immediately dropped to his knees.
Seeing this, all the others from Chongxu Temple knelt down in unison—even Zuo Ying's father was no exception.
Even Song Ge was so frightened that she hurriedly knelt down.
Because, like everyone else, she had never in her entire life felt such an overwhelming pressure.
But just as Song Ge knelt, a powerful hand forcibly helped her back to her feet.
Looking up, she saw it was Chu Feng.
"Asura?"
"Asura, you're here?"
Seeing Chu Feng, Song Ge's face immediately lit up with joy. She hastily wiped the tears from her cheeks, afraid that Chu Feng would learn she had been wronged.
"Quick, you need to leave! Someone incredibly powerful has come here!"