The middle-aged cultivator sneered, "What do you know, you have no understanding of what we are trying to accomplish. If anyone from any sect were to come to the human world, they would likely do the same."
The youth in blue no longer spoke, commanding his flying sword to soar into the sky.
Just at that moment, Xiao Chen emerged from the shadows, saying, "I thought all cultivators were like you, but thankfully you all are just scum." Xiao Chen had no qualms about mocking the middle-aged cultivator in front of him.
Seeing Xiao Chen appearing silently, the middle-aged cultivator was startled, and then he stared at him, saying, "Who are you?"
"Your death collector."
"A martial artist, or a supernaturalist?" The middle-aged cultivator looked at him, amazed.
"And definitely not a cultivator," Xiao Chen sneered, "It seems that not all cultivators are united, they're even infighting."
"Humph, that's because that brat doesn't know better. Otherwise, any cultivator would support us."
