The group looked over and saw a man wearing a dragon-head mask, gripping a long staff. No one knew when he had appeared, but he was already standing not far away from them.
Lu Chengwen and Zhao Ritian both looked at Long Aotian.
Served you right!
Keep bragging!
Someone's here—go get him!
Long Aotian's lips twitched, then his mind raced. "You came at just the right time. My two friends here have terrible tempers, so I advise you to leave immediately. Otherwise, we brothers are civilized and kindhearted enough not to stoop to your level, but these two friends of mine are heroes of the martial world! Right, Brother Li?"
Li Jiarui took one look and knew the man opposite them was probably formidable.
He immediately said, "That's right! But since this is your Yan Zhao Sect's mountain, a powerful guest shouldn't overshadow the host. It would be better to let Brother Long handle this. We'll just cheer you on."
"Hahaha!"
Long Aotian laughed awkwardly. "Yes, yes, that's how it should be in principle, but... ah, this Dragon Head brother is standing below the mountainside. We only act against people who step above the mountainside. The area below it doesn't count as our territory, so if you make a move, it won't be stealing the host's thunder. Right?"
Lu Chengwen and Zhao Ritian nodded together. "Right, right."
Zhao Ritian went over and tugged Li Jiarui. "Oh, Brother Li, stop being so modest! Go on, beat him to death!"
Li Jiarui planted his feet firmly and refused to move any closer. "No, no, no... I think this spot already counts as above the mountainside, so we still have to show your sect some respect..."
Li Jiarui grabbed Long Aotian's wrist. "Besides, we brothers all want to see Brother Long's peerless martial