"Looks like someone wants to make a move against our guests?"
Na Na stepped lightly, appearing beside Ji Juechen in an instant. Six Soul Rings, likewise in the optimal Soul Ring Configuration, descended around her.
Jing Ziyan also chuckled. They had only just returned to the Sun Moon Empire, and already there was a fight. Though it was just crushing weaklings, it was still pretty nice.
A Soul Saint who had yet to obtain his Seventh Soul Ring, two Soul Emperors, and an Earth Dragon pulling their carriage that was at least twenty thousand years old.
The middle-aged man who had spoken earlier was already regretting it.
He should never have stubbornly argued just to defend that pig-brained Young Sect Master and preserve a little pride.
Why had he released his Martial Soul for no reason?
He should have admitted defeat sooner!
"Everyone, everyone, let's talk this out. That wasn't what we meant."
The other middle-aged man was just as terrified. Back at the sect, they had said that in Ming Capital, tossing down a brick could hit several nobles. People from major powers were simply not someone a small-time force like theirs could afford to provoke.
Yet their Young Sect Leader had let his little head control the big one. The moment they arrived, he had provoked a power they clearly could not afford to offend.
"That wasn't what you meant?"
Na Na smiled, but her smile sent chills down their spines. "Then were you after the Shrek Academy guests we were hosting, or were you after us?"
"We... we..."
As the middle-aged man stammered, his expression hardened. He looked at his Young Sect Master, a resolute look appearing on his face, then slapped the four-ring sect master to the ground and began beating him viciously.
"Uncle Ping, you