The thirty Death Warriors stared blankly ahead, yet still gripped their blades tight, their edges pointed straight at Liu Canglan. They showed no sign of obeying his orders.
Tie Zhan made out the blue-robed figure atop the rock, and his Vital Blood surged.
He held his saber across his body, fury boiling within him. "It's Liu Canglan! The deputy sect master of the Bitao Sect!"
"A deputy leader of a great sect, resorting to a filthy ambush like this!"
Luo Qingxuan's delicate brows drew together. Gang Qi stirred faintly around her as she rebuked him.
"Liu Canglan, Wang Yuan is the Mysterious Abyss Daoist Heir of the Kaoshan Sect, a righteous prodigy recognized throughout Cloud Province."
"As a deputy sect master, you should uphold the rules of the martial world. Instead, you secretly deployed Death Warriors to ambush him, trampling the honor of Cloud Province's martial world."
Both of them burned with righteous anger.
As a veteran powerhouse of the Viscera Refining Realm, Liu Canglan should have respected the limits between sects. Instead, he had stooped to any means necessary.
Attempting to assassinate a Dao Child on the road was despicable beyond measure.
Wang Yuan stood on the carriage shaft, watching the furious Liu Canglan atop the high rock. A faint, cold smile touched his lips.
"No need to get angry."
"I guessed long ago it would be you, old man."
The sinister killing intent Wang Yuan had sensed along the way carried the distinctive aura of the Bitao Sect's water-aspected Gang Qi.
No one but Liu Canglan would stake everything on a scheme like this.
As his words fell, Wang Yuan flashed down from the carriage.
His dark-gold robes snapped in the mountain wind.
Without calling on anyone's help, he walked alone toward Liu Canglan on the high rock.