The middle-aged man clutching a sword directly let loose right in the old man's face.
The red-haired elder's expression did not change in the slightest. He glanced at Dongfang Shence above, whose face likewise remained unchanged, before slowly speaking.
"Wan Dang, when you do things, you cannot look only at the surface. From beginning to end, this old man has been alone. There has never been any faction behind me, only one pitiful disciple of mine."
"A hundred years ago, that pitiful disciple of mine was in secluded cultivation. Now that he has just emerged, this time, I shall naturally give my full support and send my disciple to lend Blood Baleful a hand."
"When this old man did not contribute to the Human Race, you cursed me without restraint. Now that this old man wishes to contribute to the Human Race with a heart of utmost sincerity, why are you still being so rude?"
"Blood Baleful is only at the late True Immortal realm. If my personal disciple goes this time, I imagine he will be most delighted."
The red-haired elder stroked his long red beard and smiled, as though he could already see Blood Baleful treating his disciple with utmost respect.
If things were handled properly, Blood Baleful's position might not be impossible for his disciple to replace.
"Brother Wang is right. I also have several disciples under me who are worth looking at. Why not send them all in this time and have them lend Blood Baleful a hand? That would count as doing our part for the Human Race."
At that moment, the white-browed elder standing beside the red-haired elder also spoke.
At the sight of this white-browed old man, murderous intent surged from Wan Dang's eyes, the Sect Master of the Divine Sword Sect.
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