The Ancient Gods Clan, one of the Seven Holy Lands of the Devil Dao, had its own complete etiquette for the succession of the position of the sect master. It would spread to the world and invite friends of the same path.
However, for the internal members of the Ancient Gods Clan, everything had been done.
Chen Luoyang looked down at everyone from above. His gaze landed on Peng Feng and Tang Yiming.
Peng Feng and his disciple met Chen Luoyang's gaze.
There was no emotion or warmth in his eyes.
Peng Feng and Tang Yiming had an inexplicable feeling.
They seemed to have been seen through by Chen Luoyang with a single glance.
All of the petty actions that he had been actively opposing Chen Luoyang in private had fallen into Chen Luoyang's eyes.
Elder Peng was silent and let out a long breath.
A dark golden light flashed on his body.
As the only Martial Saint at the peak of the eighteenth realm in the hall, Peng Feng's actions made some people feel uneasy.