A snort of contempt was heard and they turned to the right. There, they found around a hundred disciples dressed in the Sacred Blood Palace's signature red and black robes. Behind them, the monks from the Everlasting Temple followed.
An elderly man dressed in the Sacred Blood Palace's robes smirked, "If it isn't the Sky Sword Sect!"
Bai Yang and Mo Sheng stiffened and frowned while Zhan Feng merely glanced at the man before turning back to inspect the palace.
The man frowned seeing Zhan Feng ignore him, "Your comrade ought to learn some manners. Didn't your parents-"
Swish!
A needle seemingly condensed from light left Zhan Feng's hands and shot towards the elderly man. The power behind the needle was almost nonexistent, but its speed was impressive. It struck the man squarely in the forehead.
"What?!"
A single drop of blood dripped down slowly. The man was speechless at first, however, an enraged expression quickly appeared on his face.
