For Mahayana cultivators to throw down like this was practically the same as street brawling. However, this was Towercloud City, and neither the blue-robed scholar nor Mo Dayou dared truly summon their treasures and go all out. The blue-robed scholar's cultivation was somewhat higher than Mo Dayou's, and when he suddenly attacked, Mo Dayou could not dodge in time. Two solid punches landed on his cheeks.
Mo Dayou went flying and only stopped after crashing into a stone pillar dozens of yards away. The purple-haired female cultivator was still seething with anger as well. Before Mo Dayou could get up, her body blurred, and she kicked him in the stomach. Together with the blue-robed scholar, they attacked from both sides in a mixed beating by man and woman, pummeling the Mo Dayou in the middle until he cried out in pain without end.
After quite some time, Mo Dayou had been beaten into a pig's head. His clothes were in tatters, and he looked as wretched as anyone could possibly look.
Only then did the blue-robed scholar and the purple-haired woman finally vent their anger. They each dusted off their hands and retreated.
As for the bearded man, he watched Mo Dayou rise again with a gloomy expression. "The discrepancy in the map you produced has caused me no small loss as well. Letting you off so easily would truly be hard to swallow. Take one palm from me."
With that, the bearded middle-aged man extended his left palm. Green light shimmered in its center, clearly different from the attacks of the blue-robed scholar and purple-haired woman just now. Immortal essence fluctuations lurked within it.
"Senior, Towercloud City prohibits immortals from attacking cultivators below the Mahayana realm at will. If venting your anger just now still wasn't enough, perhaps you