When the warriors heard the words of the white-haired old man, a look of shock flashed across their faces.
However, they could not say anything. After all, the sect master of the Blood Moon God Demon Sect had given his order. If they hesitated, they would end up dead.
Seeing their ugly expressions, the white-haired old man's expression darkened.
"What? Do you want me to say it a second time?"
The white-haired old man's hand held a long sword. He augmented it with the black Qi on his body.
When the warriors saw that he wanted to make a move, they were stunned. They hurriedly replied, "We don't dare, we don't dare. Since the sect master has already spoken, we will go."
The white-haired old man coldly said, "I hope that you will be able to settle this matter cleanly this time around. If you insist on forcing me to personally go, then the few of you will not have to come back alive."