"What do you mean by this? Are you accusing me of something?" Chen Jiang's face was grim, his belly full of rage, and hearing their words only fueled his anger even more.
"Indeed."
The Confucian Blade gave a faint smile, his long blade pointing at Chen Jiang as he forcefully asked, "Do you have a problem with that?"
Veins popped on Chen Jiang's forehead, fuming with indignation.
"Then let's fight. I really want to see if the three of you can kill me," he said coldly, his eyes brimming with a chilling gleam.
"Don't think that I'm easy to bully. Even the Four Eccentrics didn't manage to overpower me back in the day. What do you amount to?" Chen Jiang's face was stern as he stared at the three of them, his terrifying murderous aura as tangible as the blade itself.
At this time, the three old monks also stood up, clearly intent on continuing their demon-slaying mission.
Though they were injured, they did not shy away.
