The argument was over before it began.
The brawl between these disciples of the Immortal Sect happened in the blink of an eye, but the damage was extensive. The hall was quickly reduced to rubble, and destruction spread across half the square.
Those Shu Mountain disciples of lower cultivation didn't dare to try to intervene—not to mention that most of them seemed quite happy watching the turmoil unfold.
"Yikes... wow... they are not pulling any punches," Monk Pu Shan, standing near Chu Liang, shook his head intermittently.
Chu Liang turned to him: "Why don't you go at it in there as well?"
"Monks should embody mercy and refuse to engage in fierce fights," Monk Pu Shan replied.
No sooner had he finished speaking than a figure flew out from the melee and landed heavily, skidding more than ten yards before stopping: a disciple from the Chonglou Temple, his bald head plainly visible.
"He's a martial monk," Pu Shan quickly added.
