"If you have any skills, use them; taunting with words only serves to lower my opinion of you!" Fesha's tone remained thick with disdain in the face of the two Great Saint Elders.
"Rest assured, you will witness what we're capable of," replied the stooped Great Saint Elder as he slowly stepped forward, his turbid eyes coldly staring at Fesha, "and if we're speaking of verbal taunts, miss, you are far more formidable than we are."
"The Great Saint Elder speaks the truth. This woman isn't any smarter than the four of us, yet she has the audacity to speak of annihilating our Blood Covenant. She's delusional!" a protector sneered coldly.
"Enough talk, if we cannot slay her today, the Blood Covenant will no longer have the right to stand. Since one person can't do it, nor can four, then let's have six of us attack at once, while the other Hall Masters secure her escape routes!" the Second Saint Elder commanded.
"Yes!"
