The originally somewhat angry Taoist showed a fluctuation of emotion on his face upon hearing the four words "Ten Halls of Yama".
This was an instinctive reaction.
But coincidentally, it fell into Julius Reed's eyes.
He did not need the Taoist to answer; he already knew the answer.
"To think, I would unexpectedly encounter a master capable of setting up the Ten Halls of Yama formation here. Introduce yourself, perhaps we are acquainted," Julius Reed did not sheathe his sword, instead letting the blood on the tip slowly drip onto the grass.
The implication was clear, if the elder did not provide a reasonable answer, weapons would clash.
Of course, this was also a provocation.
"You came up without a word and killed my one disciple. Now, you question me?" The Taoist's face was gloomy, and his tone was very dissatisfied, "I want to ask you, by what right?"
"Just by the sword in my hand, is that enough?" Julius Reed slowly raised his longsword, pointing its tip at the Taoist.
