The man from the Ashura Temple held in his hands a pair of pale-white Buddhist Commandment sabers as if they were fashioned from ivory. His faintly bloodshot eyes burned with extraordinary rage, conveying his intense desire to rip Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei into pieces.
The beautiful yet cold looking female expert of the exterior opened her mouth to talk him down, "Lou Jia, don't start anything yet. Wait for the Fish Sea residents to leave, then you can fight however you please."
Lou Jia took a deep breath, the anger within his gaze having faded significantly, turned to them, and said, "Go on you two, get out of here, if it wasn't for this being neither the time nor the place, you would be in a world of pain right now!"
This type of person would make anyone's blood boil. Meng Qi could not but help feel his right hand reach across to rest on the hilt of his trusty sword, Flowing Fire.
