"Since he's Brother Lu's enemy, why waste so much breath? Just finish him off," the Eight-Legged Demonic Bull Beast said, baring its teeth.
Wu Ziyuan and Qiao Lan naturally looked at Zhou Tong with unfriendly expressions as well. However, the two of them still looked toward Lu Xiaotian with questioning eyes. If Lu Xiaotian said to fight, they would have no objection.
This wasn't the Crimson Abyss Continent. Even if they offended someone, they could simply pat their bottoms and leave. In a place with such thin spiritual energy, they would never have come if not for Lu Xiaotian.
"Several of you look unfamiliar. May I ask which immortal sect you belong to?"
When Peng Yijian saw Qiao Lan, dressed in colorful robes and outstanding in both bearing and appearance, he had never found an opportunity to strike up a conversation. Now that Lu Xiaotian and Zhou Tong seemed to have a prior grudge, if he could mediate between them, it would be a chance for him to distinguish himself. As a cultivator of the Azure Elixir Palace, he still had that much confidence.
"Why do you care which immortal sect we belong to? We're simply with Fellow Daoist Lu," Wu Ziyuan retorted with a roll of his eyes.
Qiao Lan looked even more disdainfully at Peng Yijian. Having made a fool of himself, Peng Yijian's expression turned rather ugly, and he addressed Lu Xiaotian again.
"Fellow Daoist Lu, the ghost clan is currently invading in force. The cultivators of our Moonwatch Cultivation Realm ought to unite and face the enemy as one. Senior Brother Ji and Senior Brother Zhao of my Azure Elixir Palace, along with the grand cultivators led by the Ancient Sword Sect, have already set the tone. Fellow Daoist Lu has made no small contribution to