The tall, thin man stood with his hands behind his back, his sinister gaze fixed on Jiang Bei as he said coldly, "Do you think you'll be safe just by hiding in the Myriad Forms Bureau? Let me tell you the truth: the grudge between the Mu Clan and the Myriad Forms Bureau has been piling up for hundreds of years. Even if you hid atop your Bureau Chief's head, you still wouldn't escape the palm of our hand."
The short man sneered as well. "You killed a member of our Mu Clan last time, Jiang Bei. You've got quite the nerve. A nobody like an ant actually dared lay hands on the Mu Clan—and you just so happen to be from the Myriad Forms Bureau. Isn't that a fine coincidence? Old scores and new grudges, we'll settle them all today."
"You're so certain you can kill me?"
Jiang Bei looked at them indifferently, the Heavenfire Ruler angled toward the ground.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The tall, thin man scoffed. "Why couldn't we? We know you killed that Peak Sacred King Realm Heaven-Seizing Dragon Emperor at Heavenly Dragon Lake, but you merely borrowed the power of dragon might. Without the dragon-might blessing of those hundred-plus flood dragons, what are you? My brother and I are both genuine Peak Sacred King Realm cultivators. What do you have to contend against us?"
The short man had already lost his patience. With a sharp wave of his hand, he said, "Why waste words with him? Take his life! Kill!"
Before his words had faded, both men shot forward at once, one from the left and one from the right. Spiritual power condensed in their palms, carrying the vast pressure of the Peak Sacred King Realm as they blasted simultaneously toward Jiang Bei's chest