Xu Wandao's words fell, plunging the scene into a dead silence.
Never mind the Three Sects and Eight Pavilions; even figures like Zhang Henshui and Zhao Wumian whipped their heads around to look at Xu Wandao, their eyes filled with shock.
For the past three hundred years, Senior Xu Yanyang was unquestionably the number one figure in Hua Country's Martial Dao. His name was a faith held by countless people.
Xu Wandao dared to make a guarantee in the name of his ancestor, Xu Yanyang, and the countless fallen heroes of the Xu Family. This alone illustrated just how much he trusted Xu Lai.
"Why?" Mo Lian, the Sect Master of the Dao Sect, looked lost. "Why do you all believe in him so much…"
"When the Moon Clan's one-hundred-thousand elite soldiers besieged Chang'an City, Ruan Lan, Xu Yiyi, and Qian Xiao stood their ground at the city gates with the other Martial Artists of Chang'an, not retreating a single step!
