"Hehe, it seems you are truly rural wild monks, unadvised and without any manners," Dao Hong sneered coldly, directly mocking them.
The old man's disciple frowned immediately upon hearing this.
"Who are you calling rural wild monks?"
"Naturally, my master is talking about you all! Who else could it be? You don't understand the slightest manners, if not wild monks, then what are you?" Dao Hong's disciple spoke up at this moment, unceremoniously pointing at the old man's disciple and shouting loudly.
After he spoke, Dao Hong followed by saying, "I don't wish to have a war of words with you and your master; anyway, today either you leave on your own, or you duel with me! I must teach you the rules of the martial world."
Dao Hong spoke very bluntly, ready to fight at any disagreement.
He dared to do so naturally because he had confidence in his own strength, and he also saw the old man as aged, without impressive weapons.
