"If you dare make another peep about Zhao Qian and me, I definitely won't let you off lightly." I finished speaking with a grim expression, then flicked the Immortal-Chasing Lock and sent him flying to the side.
Several disciples joined forces to catch Han Bo, then all shouted that they would avenge their senior brother. But soon, a middle-aged man in a blue robe walked out from the main hall with several male and female cultivators of about the same age. They had probably heard the commotion from the plaza.
"Hahaha, Xia Yitian, the sect master of the One Heaven Sect. At such a young age, you've already become a sect master, soaring straight to the clouds from a third-grade Daoist sect. Now you're even the sect master of a first-grade Daoist sect. Your strength truly isn't something ordinary people can match!" The plump, purple-robed middle-aged man stood toward the front. As he spoke in a booming voice, a trace of ferocity showed on his face.
"Yan Huafeng, you got that right. He really is extraordinary. He isn't merely brilliant beyond compare—his methods are also ruthlessly sharp. You know about my second son, don't you? He borrowed a knife to kill! What a vicious move. His body was separated from his head, and his head still hasn't been found! You should still be quite familiar with the people he borrowed the knife from—the Nine Swords Living Kill Society, which your Purple Sovereign Sect often colludes with in its disgraceful dealings!" Another middle-aged man in green looked haggard, his eye sockets sunken as though he hadn't slept for several days and nights. He was Yi Kuangzhen's disciple.
"Our Pure Spirit Dao has also heard that the child Jinghong died. Sigh, we have only ourselves to blame for this. Our momentary indulgence