"Bold of you!"
"Impudent!"
The Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect and Daoist Ran Deng instantly flew into a towering rage, shouting angrily in unison. Immortal Light around them surged, and they all stepped forward, their gazes dark and venomous as they fixed their eyes on the San Xiao within the formation.
Bi Xiao's sharp, biting mockery just now had struck every word into their sore spots, brutally pressing the Chan Sect's self-proclaimed dignity as a famous and righteous orthodoxy to the ground, rubbing it in the dirt and trampling it underfoot.
Even though they had cultivated for many years, they could no longer suppress the heaven-toppling fury in their hearts.
Seeing this, the corner of Bi Xiao's lips hooked into a smile full of extreme derision, without the slightest trace of fear.
Instead, she raised her hand and swept it out, directly opening the gate of the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation. Inside the formation, yellow sand churned, flowing light lay hidden, and killing intent lurked in the shadows.
She folded her arms, her face full of disdain.
"What? You only know how to shoot your mouths off and throw your weight around? If you've got the ability, then come into the formation. Stop bluffing outside!"
She had long since grown used to the Chan Sect's crowd looking down on everyone from on high while being tough outside and hollow within. Too lazy to waste any more breath, she simply stood there inside the formation, quietly waiting for them to walk into the net themselves.
Yet Ran Deng and the Twelve Golden Immortals all glared with eyes wide open, their curses shaking the heavens, while their feet seemed nailed to the ground, their bodies incredibly "honest."
After most of the day had passed, not a single one of them