"We don't want to waste words with you either. We're from the Northern Immortal Alliance, and we're here to seek justice for Fellow Daoist Qian Ping. We'll challenge you fairly. What do you say?" the old man said coldly.
"Oh, the other side attacked first. I was merely acting in self-defense. As for driving her out in the end, that was simply the Island Guardian Immortal's duty. And as for liberation by violence, she did it herself because she felt she had lost all face. Everything happened in full view of everyone, and the truth couldn't be clearer. Yet you still came looking for trouble. In that case, I have nothing more to say." I naturally couldn't be bothered to argue over these details with them, but avoiding a fight was better for everyone, myself included.
"Heh, is that so? I didn't see any of that. All I know is that you're standing here perfectly fine, while Fellow Daoist Qian's Dao body underwent liberation by violence. So of course, you can say whatever you like. Enough—speak plainly. A fair challenge at the Whirlpool Sea. Are you willing or not?" The old man was stubbornly set in his ways and certainly wouldn't listen to my explanation. He had clearly come to avenge her.
"When did the Northern Immortal Alliance become the Central Immortal Alliance's lapdogs?" I said grimly.
Clang! Someone immediately drew his longsword and shouted angrily, "You stinking brat! You're courting death!"
"A mere Nine-Tribulation True Immortal dares to speak so recklessly to his seniors. One can only imagine how arrogant he must be among those of his own tribulation level." The female immortal inside naturally flew into a rage.
"I'm only speaking the truth. What business is it of yours what the Central Immortal Alliance does? Do you really