Chu Hao's face turned ugly. "As an orthodox Taoist sect, does Mount Taiding specialize in launching sneak attacks?" he asked.
Not just Chu Hao, but Wu Jian also frowned and looked towards the square-faced Taoist priest.
The square-faced Taoist priest's expression was cold, but his eyes burned with an intense fervor. He said, "Little beast, Mount Taiding will not allow you to act so recklessly! Put down the artifact in your hands, and I might spare your lives."
"My lord, don't worry about me," Liang Qian said, her voice filled with shame.
Chu Hao was furious, grinding his teeth. He wished he could take out the Greenwood Flame Fan and burn Mount Taiding to ash.
He didn't hold back his words either, cursing, "Old beast! You have the nerve to launch a sneak attack? If you have any guts, fight me one-on-one!"
The square-faced Taoist priest seethed with anger; he had never been called an "old beast" before.
