There were numerous disciples of the Profound Nether Sect, their gazes cold and indifferent, standing tall as they watched everything unfold.
Anyone who worked slowly was immediately lashed with a whip, causing loud slapping sounds and splattering blood, making a group of people groan in pain.
Daoist Master Xuan's eyes turned icy, his body disappearing in an instant, and the next moment, he reappeared in front of the group of Profound Nether Sect disciples.
The faces of this group of Profound Nether Sect disciples changed, and they were startled on the spot.
"Who... who are you?"
One of them asked in panic.
"Brats, do you think you are worthy of questioning this old man?"
