The Four Heavenly Kings and the Yan Zhao Sect's people apparently chatted about something, then went their separate ways.
The Four Heavenly Kings cupped their fists in farewell, left behind medicine for wounds and wine flasks, and the four of them set off.
Long Aotian and the other two returned, and Tang Xiaohao stood up, pointing at them. "You mingled with Demon Race people and called them brothers. When I get back, I'm telling my father, telling the Sword God and the Sword Saint, those two great masters, and I'm also telling the Jiang Family, the Bai Family, the Mo Family, and the Xia Family! You're traitors to humanity!"
The Three Little Ones looked at him for a few seconds, then all went around him and walked toward the others.
Tang Xiaohao followed behind them, saying, "Long Aotian, you're the one in charge. You're dead! And you too, Lu Chengwen. They said you hooked up with their Holy Maiden. Heh, if the Four Great Families find out about this, you'll be in for it!"
Long Aotian turned, grabbed him by the collar, and said, "Take your people and get lost, or I'll kill you right here."
"You dare kill me!?"
Long Aotian's eyes widened. His long blade appeared in his hand, and he stabbed it toward Tang Xiaohao's neck.
Lu Chengwen rushed up and grabbed Long Aotian's arm. "Senior Disciple Brother, Senior Disciple Brother, forget it, forget it."
Tang Xiaohao sneered. "Still don't dare, huh?"
Lu Chengwen turned and slapped him hard across the face, sending Tang Xiaohao spinning to the ground.
Lu Chengwen planted a foot on his chest. "You just sold out our position to the Guardian. We've got people from the Yan Zhao Sect here, a disciple of the Sword Saint, someone from the Kong Family, and