Given the situation, forcing their way in would not be so easy. Lin Fang was sweating inwardly as well. For now, he was merely putting on a show of strength; the twelve azure-vine immortal artifacts he relied on most were still in Lu Xiaotian's hands. At present, he appeared to be the strongest of the four, making the three Savage Blood Monks deeply wary of him. In reality, however, the situation was exactly the opposite. Although the immortal essence within his body had recovered as usual, if they truly fought, he would be the weakest of the four in combat power.
The three Savage Blood Monks naturally had no idea of what lay beneath the surface. Hu Xiaofeng and the old man with the black staff knew a little, but they did not understand the full story either. Of course, neither of them would reveal a thing now. Whatever Lin Fang's purpose was, his actions were at least beneficial to them for the moment.
"Forget it. If I hadn't suffered such a heavy loss this time, this lousy place could beg me on its knees and I still wouldn't bother coming." The leading mole-faced monk snorted. Jiang Li had promised them certain benefits to come and cause trouble.
If there had only been Hu Xiaofeng and the old man with the black staff, they naturally would not have minded throwing their weight around. But the strength of the people before them was no weaker than that of the three of them. The three Savage Blood Monks wisely backed off. After all, the benefits promised by Jiang Li were not enough to make the three of them form too deep a grudge with Lin Fang and the others.
"Wasn't it rumored that Lin Fang and that woman Hu Xiaofeng had fallen