The three Supreme Elders were dumbfounded.
Ask their descendants?
A sense of dread gripped the three men's hearts. Could their descendants have provoked this mysterious senior?
No. That's impossible. My descendants couldn't be that foolish.
The highest-ranking Supreme Elder also had a thick beard and was an ancestor of Deng Zhe, the leader of the Lower Crescent's Third Month Clan, from many generations past.
He glared at Deng Zhe, his voice a mixture of anger and fear as he demanded, "What exactly happened!"
"Elder Ancestor…"
Deng Zhe's head hung even lower as he began to speak, his body shivering. "This senior flew out of the Moon Pit, saved a few Martial Artists from Earth, and then…"
"And then what? Speak up!"
Supreme Elder Deng Tianbai kicked Deng Zhe in the leg, not showing his descendant the slightest bit of respect.
What a joke. When the tribe's very survival is at stake, how could he not be anxious? How could he possibly remain calm?
