"Can we talk properly now?"
With a casual move, Ye Weiming broke their Heavenly Dipper Array and knocked all seven Quanzhen disciples to the ground. Their entire bodies ached, and their true qi had been scattered by the force of his kicks. Only then did the Daoists finally realize the danger.
It seemed they had provoked someone they absolutely could not afford to provoke today!
Zhao Zhijing, their leader, especially realized after seeing the child beside Ye Weiming that Ye Weiming definitely had not come to participate in the Ancient Tomb Sect's so-called martial arts contest for marriage.
After all, what kind of rapist came to commit a crime with a half-grown child in tow? And what respectable man came to compete for a bride while bringing a child along?
Was this supposed to be educational material for the kid?
However, after taking a beating, the narrow-minded Zhao Zhijing had no intention of bowing his head and admitting defeat.
He had to win back this humiliation.
Even if he could not get even with Ye Weiming directly, he had to find some other way to strike back.
He could not swallow this grievance!
Especially after realizing that Ye Weiming had come up the mountain without hostile intentions, Zhao Zhijing became even more fearless. He thrust out his neck and assumed an air of being ready to die, then declared proudly, "Kill us if you want. Why all this nonsense? Every single person in our Quanzhen Sect is a hero of the martial world. None of us are cowards who fear death!"
The other six Daoists, unaware of the truth, were successfully swept up by Zhao Zhijing's momentum. Hearing his impassioned speech, each of them felt as though the hot blood in their veins had been thoroughly ignited, and they immediately