The Taiwei Immortal who had come barging into the city wore an arrogant expression, and his clothes and bearing clearly marked him as a sect master. Although he was not the Taiwei Immortal Venerable himself, he was probably second only to him. Showing such overwhelming force before the immortals outside the city naturally fed his smug pride, and he began flaunting himself again.
"Heh heh, could it be that the three fellow Daoists from the Underground City have only just started learning the sword? Still, you're at least worthy of a fight. No wonder Daoists Hengqiu and Limei led the various Daoists here to seek revenge, only to be beaten into retreat by you. Unfortunately, you've run into me today—Xian Qing, the Taiwei One-Sword. I'm afraid the previous scene won't be repeated!" the newcomer said smugly, apparently convinced that he was the greatest swordsman in the entire Land of the Nine Immortals.
I laughed inwardly. This fellow thought that Li Poxiao and Xia Ruize were merely mediocre, and that the ones who had dealt with them were probably just the Three Geniuses of the Underground City. No wonder he was so arrogant. He had clearly grown accustomed to sitting at the bottom of a well, forgetting that beyond every mountain lay another mountain, and beyond every person, someone greater.
Old Wu gaped in disbelief. He was already depressed from being beaten—how could he possibly let himself lose even a battle of words? He immediately said, "You brat, we've only just begun learning the sword, so it's inevitable that our skills are still rough. But don't tell me you really think there's no one left in our Gourd Immortal City!"
The fact that Xian Qing could still speak so casually while being surrounded by the three of them showed that he