"Who might you be, Daoist? I, Yuan, have a good memory, yet I do not recall ever making the acquaintance of a cultivator such as yourself,"
Yuan Qiuque frowned as he spoke.
"It must be a demon cultivator from the Vermilion Bird Demon Palace! Look at the magic artifact!"
Suddenly, a cyan lightning bolt plunged from the sky, strikingly it transformed into a talisman sword shaped like a cyan-green flood dragon, aiming directly downward at Lin Xin's crown.
"How audacious!!"
Two cyan-robed cultivators suddenly appeared in midair, shielding the individual below while they simultaneously counterattacked.
One wielded an umbrella, the other a spear, both fiercely striking the cyan longsword.
With a clang, the cyan longsword cracked and flew backward.
"How dare you disrespect our master, kill...."
"Stand down."
The young master interrupted his subordinate, speaking indifferently.
"Yes."
