"Now that the master has come knocking on your door, you bandits better retreat quickly, instead of counter-attacking unscrupulously."
"Fellow Daoist here is persisting stubbornly, could it be that you really think the swords in our Immortal Sect's hands are not sharp?"
Qing Yuanchen gave him a sidelong glance, his tone cooling a few degrees, "Your sword is sharp, but mine is no less so. Why, do you want to make a move?"
Qing Guanzi clenched the Gold Seal in his hand and sneered, "Since the Daoist friend has come seeking a beating, it would be rude of us not to satisfy your request and have a little sparring session."
As he spoke, he twirled the Gold Seal, the power of the Myriad Peoples Seal within it boiled, scorching the surrounding river water and assuming an offensive stance.
"The two True Persons, we have come."
Just at this moment, Kong Huaiguang and the other who had just fled, returned with several True Persons and re-entered the fray.
