"Yintian Saint Child, you are too arrogant, won't you consider the goodwill of us all?" The martial artist, a man in his thirties, shouted loudly, also somewhat agitated.
"Hmph, Iron Fan Young Master, if you want to fight, I'll be here to accompany you!" Yintian Saint Child completely disregarded everyone, truly believing himself to be unparalleled, letting out a cold snort, and continued charging towards Ye Tianchen.
"Amitabha Buddha!" The Daoist holding the Jade Purifying Bottle chanted a Buddhist title.
"Very well, very well, Jing Wuhuan, with you, the Daoist, here, after I kill this boy, you can still perform rites for him!" Yintian Saint Child laughed heartily as he spoke.
