"Xia Zhong, don't get too cocky! You won't be taking him away today!" Xia Qingping said, clearly displeased.
"Won't be taking him away? Heh, do you think being the head of the main branch means you can act with special privileges? Men!" The middle-aged Dao Enlightenment cultivator clenched his teeth, and several disciples all looked toward him.
Xia Qingping showed no fear. Golden aura glowed brilliantly all over his body through my Yin-Yang Eyes, as if he were about to unleash his power.
Xia Ming, who had stepped forward, was also very unhappy. He said, "Xia Zhong, you know what the back mountain is like right now. Things really haven't been peaceful in the mountains lately. Being able to go in and come back out is already inconceivable. If you walk by the river often enough, how can your shoes never get wet? Those two disciples of yours probably weren't killed in a single day."
After Xia Ming finished speaking, he looked at me and indicated that I should talk.
Xia Zhong gave a sinister laugh. "Xia Ming, we were in the same generation. You should have heard plenty about our affairs. I never thought you would have the nerve to defy the orders of our Nine Tripod Association."
"Xia Zhong, I really wasn't the one who killed the people that went in there. Don't push me too far. You casually lose two disciples and then want to drag me out to answer for it? Isn't that a little too much?" I sneered.
"Heh heh, brat, you dare call me by my name? Very good. The one we're taking away today is you. Keep making a fuss, and don't blame me for refusing to show your father any respect." Xia Zhong certainly didn't dare mention that he had fought me