After Liu Bai finished speaking, he extended his right hand. With a flash of light above it, a golden scroll appeared in his hand. Liu Bai held the golden scroll and weighed it in his hand.
On the golden scroll was a line of golden writing. Faintly, the characters "One Breath of Purity" could be made out.
"Fourth, do you really think trash like you can kill me? You only sent three Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals at the peak? Isn't that far too little regard for me, Liu Bai?"
After speaking, a flicker of disdain flashed through Liu Bai's eyes.
These stinking fish and rotten shrimp dared claim they had surrounded him? What a joke under heaven.
"Fine, fine, fine, Liu Bai. I offered you a path to survival, but you refused to take it and insisted on courting death. Since that is the case, don't blame me for being merciless."
"Today, whether you want to or not, you're coming with us. Once we take you back to the Boundless Sacred Land, we'll flay your skin, pull out your tendons, shatter your immortal bones, and make you beg for life yet be unable to die."
Liu Bai's words had nearly twisted the middle-aged man's nose with rage. Since beginning his cultivation, who had ever dared speak to him like this?
Though he was only at the peak of the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal realm, even the Golden Immortal ancestors of those great sects had to show him some measure of courtesy.
Yet now, he was being berated by a brat like this. Grandmother might endure it, but uncle could not.
"Fellow Daoists, attack together. Try to leave him alive—we still need to force the Saintess's whereabouts out of this brat."
After the middle-aged man spoke, several figures around him nodded