"Then today, I, Ye Xuan, will stand right here and see how you plan to kill me."
Ye Xuan looked at the murderously intent Hong Yunlie with a chuckle, hands in his pockets, his tone light and breezy as he spoke.
"Oblivious even at death's door!" Seeing Ye Xuan's audacity, Hong Yunlie snorted coldly, a flash of murderous intent in his eyes, then turned to address the black-clad figures, cupping his hands in salute:
"Fellow Daoists, let's begin."
"Let's begin!" An elder's voice rose, grave and practiced.
"The experts from Xuanmo Cave, Smoke Mist Mountain, and the Sacred Land of Lingxu, do you really wish to wage war against the Emperor Immortal Sect?" Zhou Zihuang said coldly.
The crowd of black-clothed individuals each exuded incredibly formidable auras.
Despite their shrouded forms in cloaks of night, Zhou Zihuang had already identified their origins.
They were indeed from the three major cultivation Sacred Lands surrounding the Emperor Immortal Sect!
