"Damn it, who dares to talk nonsense outside? We must eliminate him." A furious shout came from within the Qingyang Sect.
"Right, we should all go out and see who it is."
Soon, hundreds of cultivators had rushed out from the Qingyang Sect.
They each held weapons, with fearsome and menacing expressions on their faces. "Who dares to brag like this?"
Mo Huasong sneered, "My name is Mo Batian. You, Qingyang Sect, want to kill me and seize my possessions. Today, we're going to wipe you out."
"Mo Batian?" The face of an old man in front changed.
He was the Great Elder of the Qingyang Sect. A few days ago, several elders and some strong members of their sect went to the small sect in Forest Town, claiming they were going to strike a big deal.
As for what it was about, they knew.
They heard that a few arrogant men came to Forest Town the other day, boasting about their skills and killing with impunity.
