"You all…" Hui Ling was getting agitated. She already tried to make use of her master's reputation, yet these people did not even care to show some respect and insisted on snatching the flag from her. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. These people did not know what was good for them – they were as irritating as their sect master whose surname was Shen. "You don't want to negotiate politely. I want to see exactly how skilful you are."
As she spoke, she waved her hand and a huge red silk appeared in her hands. It was a top-grade immortal weapon. There was rich immortal Qi all around the weapon, and it was littered with remnants of sorcery. With a light flick, the red silk caught on to the edge of Feng Ying's sword. Hui Ling flicked it away, leaving even the immortal sword in his hands in shambles.
"Feng Ying!" Qi Chengyu was shocked. She quickly flew to support him.
