Xia Feng hadn’t spoken yet when Lu Ziqian, already furious, stood behind him: "What do you mean by saying our master is challenging over a hundred of you alone? Have you guys in the Low Tone Sect no shame?"

"This is originally the private affair of our Celestial Sound Orthodoxy. What does the extermination of Qin Family geniuses have to do with your Low Tone Sect?"

Chang Lu burst into laughter: "Oh, so you still don’t know?"

"The Qin Family has already contacted our Low Tone Sect and they are prepared to bring the whole family to join us. After all, the Celestial Sound Orthodoxy has been growing weaker over the years, not even comparable to the lowest sects. It makes sense that the Qin Family wants to follow a stronger ally."

"A wise bird chooses a good tree to nest, a loyal minister chooses a wise lord to serve. The Qin Family can be considered to have some foresight, much better than those fools behind you."

Hearing this, the followers of the Celestial Sound Orthodoxy behind Xia Feng were infuriated: "What nonsense are you spouting? How dare the Qin Family betray the Celestial Sound Sect, have they forgotten the vows made by their ancestors?"

Chang Lu’s expression carried a hint of disdain: "Vows, what use do they have? Can they make your Celestial Sound Sect stronger, or help the Qin Family produce a few Divine Kings?"

"They were merely words from years ago; if we must talk about it, both the Demon Sound Sect and my Low Tone Sect, along with many others, belonged to the Celestial Sound Orthodoxy in the early years."

"Yet none of us received any Celestial Punishment for creating our own factions and rather have gained a lot more foundation than we ever did in the Celestial Sound Sect."

"The Qin Family also sees how prosperous we are, so they have thoughts of breaking away from the Celestial Sound Orthodoxy, since after all you can’t bring any benefits to the Qin Family anymore, can you?"

The followers behind Xia Feng flushed red with anger, and led by Lu Ziqian, they couldn’t help but speak out from behind Xia Feng: "Master, let us fight alongside you."

"Such untrustworthy villains should meet with no good end."

Opposite them, Chang Lu sneered: "Do you think you’re invincible? You pitiful dozen or so destitute souls, dealing with you would be simpler than killing chickens for our Low Tone Sect."

"If you submit to our Low Tone Sect now, I might even spare your lives and let you leave the Secret Realm alive in service to us."

Lu Ziqian’s response was a drumbeat filled with anger: "In your dreams. Even if I fall here today, I will never join hands with your Low Tone Sect."

Chang Lu’s face turned cold: "You’re just like those who don’t know how to accept a toast, only to drink a forfeit!"

After he spoke, a dense Great Dao of Low Tone began to gather on him, sweeping directly towards Lu Ziqian.

Lu Ziqian tensed up; he knew he didn’t have the ability to withstand Chang Lu’s Great Dao of Low Tone, so he bit his tongue, seemingly to use a Secret Technique to counter Chang Lu.

But Xia Feng stopped him with a gesture: "Just a Ninth Grade Celestial God, no need to trouble yourselves, just hide behind."

Lu Ziqian was aware of Xia Feng’s formidable strength, but facing over a hundred geniuses, he was still a bit worried: "Master, these individuals are the elite of the Low Tone Sect, they likely have numerous life-preserving items, it’s best to not be careless."

"Although we lack many tools, our cultivation is genuine. If we enter the fray, we can at least help shoulder some burden for you."

Xia Feng’s eyes carried a hint of amusement. He turned to glance at the followers behind him, their expressions tinged with anxiety, evidently they all thought the same.

He reached out and ruffled Qi Wan’Er’s hair: "It’s alright, at least some of your followers have good character."

"Go wait behind, make sure to block your ears with Divine Power to avoid accidental harm."

Qi Wan’Er’s expression held a bit more worry, she guessed Xia Feng was intending to use the Nine Sounds of God Burial, but his control over it shouldn’t lead to accidentally hurting them, right?

Then there was only one possibility...

Qi Wan’Er spoke softly: "Be careful, these people deserve to die, but don’t exhaust yourself too much."

Xia Feng nodded: "Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing, just wait peacefully."

After saying this, Qi Wan’Er led the followers down the mountain. Chang Lu saw them and raised his hand to intercept.

Xia Feng gritted his teeth slightly, coldly chuckling as he spoke, "Where are you looking, your opponent is right here."

After he finished speaking, the God-Burying Bell at his wrist suddenly expanded and floated midair, letting out a dull chime even before Xia Feng made a move.

Everyone present felt as if something had struck their brain, suddenly feeling dizzy and as if their brains had been scrambled.

Except for Qi Wan’Er and her followers who had protected their ears with Divine Power, the opponents were all rooted to the spot.

Qi Wan’Er even saw a few with weaker Divine Souls throw up immediately due to the bell sound.

Chang Lu seemed to have some treasure protecting his Sea of Consciousness, although his face was pale, he fared better than the others.

"Scoundrel, what kind of... what means did you use to repeatedly harm our Divine Souls!"

He held a flute in his hand and looked back to speak to the others: "Everyone, this brat continues to provoke us, disregarding the dignity of our Low Tone Sect. If we don’t eliminate him now, he will certainly bring greater trouble to us in the future."

The remaining geniuses had faces turned ashen, struggling against the dizziness as they agreed with Chang Lu’s words: "You brat, if you’re sensible, quickly surrender and hand over that bizarre Cultivation Technique of yours, maybe we can spare your life for the sake of Goddess Wan’Er."

"Otherwise..."

Xia Feng’s expression grew a bit colder, narrowing his eyes: "Otherwise, what will you do?"

The opponent sneered: "Otherwise, this mountain will be your burial ground!"

Xia Feng let out a dismissive laugh: "Such arrogant words."

With that, his right hand, imbued with a rich Great Dao of Music, struck the God-Burying Bell.

Previously, the bell’s own sound was already unbearable for the geniuses, and now with Xia Feng’s amplification through the Great Dao of Music, its power more than doubled.

Chang Lu was the first to notice something amiss, gritting his teeth as he spoke: "Everyone, unleash any attack methods you have, we can’t let this brat continue attacking."

"His bizarre Cultivation Technique targets Divine Souls specifically, if he continues attacking, even if we deal with him, our Divine Souls might suffer significant damage."

Upon hearing Chang Lu, the surrounding geniuses instantly panicked, unleashing a chaotic barrage of attacks towards Xia Feng.