As Qin Yun put away his spoils of war, the two third-Firmament fiendcelestials stood side by side in midair across from him. Two first-Firmament fiendcelestials were beside them, looking at Qin Yun nastily.
"Who are you?" bellowed the red-robed fiendcelestial coldly. "Which sect do you come from? How dare you kill disciples of my Thousand Saber Fiend Sect?"
"It's only two fiendcelestials." Qin Yun scoffed. "Are disciples of large sects the only ones that dare slay fiends?"
"Hmph!" The saber-wielding fiendcelestial scoffed. "You don't even dare to state your name or sect after killing my Thousand Saber Fiend Sect's disciples?"
"Perhaps I can't be bothered to tell you my name? As for my sect? I'm not affiliated with any sects." Qin Yun scanned the four fiendcelestials in front of him. "That's enough. I have no time to engage in meaningless banter with you. I'll be going in first. If you have the guts, feel free to follow."
