Both men in gray robes were dressed like sorcerers, putting on an air of mystery, and they moved astonishingly fast. Yet Li Poxiao had needed only one sword strike to wound one of them, a cultivator in the Entering Dao stage. His strength was truly formidable.
My expression darkened as I shouted, "Who are you?"
To my utter humiliation, neither of them paid me the slightest attention!
"Brother Hua, this fellow is an expert swordsman. You should bring out your Soul-Reaping Daggers. We'll surround him and take him down." The man in gray assumed a stance and pulled out a small flag.
"What about that kid at the peak of Seeking Dao?" The man surnamed Hua finally addressed me, though he did not even glance my way. He pressed something resembling medicinal paste onto his wound, settling the injury, then drew a dagger with each hand.
"Can't you see? That fellow's trash. Ignore him. Let's join forces and take out the Entering Dao cultivator first." Brother An was even more straightforward, completely disregarding me.
"I, Li Poxiao of the Qian-Kun Dao, do not kill nameless ghosts beneath my sword. State your names." Li Poxiao's bearing was imposing. He flicked his long sword, scattering every drop of red blood from its blade.
"Heh heh, interesting. If we don't tell you, does that mean we don't have to die? You're far too arrogant, kid. I really can't tell whether you're deliberately provoking us or simply not right in the head. But according to the rules, we can't reveal our names. Once you're dead, rest easy as a muddle-headed ghost!" Brother Hua sneered. He spun his two daggers and crossed them together. "Azure Dragon in the Heavens, White Tiger Takes Form, Empty Profundity Borrows the Law! Twin Saints!"
"Heaven's Slaughter Vast and Grand,