"What do I want? What do you think, fellow Daoist?"
Lin Xuan, however, looked as if it were only natural.
So you were allowed to bully the weak with your strength, but he was not allowed to lend Second Sister a hand? Where under heaven was there such a principle?
"This isn't a martial contest. If you feel it's improper, fellow Daoist, you can simply have the Seven Cultivators of Taizhen come up together as well. Don't worry, Lin won't say anything about you bullying the few with the many."
A trace of mockery appeared at the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth.
In terms of strength, the current him truly could not compare to a peerless powerhouse like Diji Sanren. But if it was only a war of words, who won and who lost was another matter. After all, having a nimble tongue had not the slightest relation to one's lifespan.
"You..."
Diji Sanren was furious, yet he was so choked up that he could not even speak.
Wasn't that exactly the case?
This was not a martial contest right now.
Since they were deciding life and death, determining victory and defeat, there was naturally no need to talk about some fair duel. Lin Xuan making a move had been within expectations to begin with.
There was nothing to criticize.
And strictly speaking, there were still more people on his side right now.
Lin Xuan had also made it clear that he did not mind the Seven Cultivators of Taizhen making a move or anything of the sort.
The problem was... what use would it be even if those seven fools attacked?
The Long-Browed Elder who led them had been instantly defeated by Lin Xuan in a single move, and the remaining six idiots were even weaker than Long-Browed.
Even