A Disciple's Drunken Slip of the Tongue

Black Robe fiercely wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a flash of viciousness suddenly gleaming in his eyes as he roared through gritted teeth, "I will repay today's humiliation tenfold!"

With that, his figure flickered as he tried to turn into a shadow and swiftly vanish before everyone's eyes.

"Did I say you could leave?" The instant Chen Ze's icy voice fell, Black Robe felt his body tightly bound by some invisible force, utterly beyond his control.

At this moment, there was no trace of the viciousness in his eyes from before. They were filled only with shock and disbelief.

He could not even turn his head to look at Chen Ze's expression.

Chen Ze seemed to have seen through Black Robe's thoughts with ease. With a light beckoning gesture, the tightly imprisoned Black Robe flew involuntarily toward him.

Chen Ze merely glanced at Black Robe indifferently without saying a word, then turned to look at the people from the Star Moon Sect nearby.

"Where are the people you called? Why haven't they come yet? Or have they arrived but don't dare show themselves?"

As a Spirit Severing Realm expert, how could Chen Ze possibly fail to notice the Star Moon Sect elder secretly sending a message?

He simply could not be bothered to pay attention to it.

"Senior, you may deal with these three however you wish. We will leave at once." The Star Moon Sect elder stepped forward with an awkward expression, forcing an ugly smile onto his face.

Though he said that, he was muttering to himself inwardly.

Could it really have been guessed right? Did the people from the sect not dare to come out?

Chen Ze smiled faintly. He truly could not be bothered with the few people secretly peering from afar