"Grudge? What grudge could you possibly have?"
Wang Xin narrowed his eyes at Ye Lin.
Ye Lin was quite famous, yet he had never heard of anyone in the sect targeting him.
This was the first time.
So Ye Lin claimed he had a grudge against the Supreme Immortal Sect—but where had that grudge come from?
This was clearly just an excuse to make a move against them.
"If you want to fight us, there's no need to beat around the bush. Just come at us."
"We'll take it all."
As soon as Wang Xin finished speaking, two long sabers appeared in his hands.
Jin Sheng, meanwhile, gripped a great hammer. Its handle was extremely long, and he held the hammer in both hands as he stared at Ye Lin with a dangerous expression.
The two of them glared at Ye Lin like tigers eyeing their prey.
Since the man before them wanted battle, how could they possibly shrink back?
"Hmph, this old man may be old, but I can still fight."
At that moment, Qin Zong gave a cold laugh and stepped forward, placing himself before his two old friends.
Before he could even steady himself, Wang Xin shoved him behind them.
"You're already at such an age—what are you trying to show off for? Since you're old, stay in the back where you belong."
Wang Xin spoke coldly to Qin Zong, then charged at Ye Lin alone, looking as though he had no intention of giving Qin Zong any face at all.
"That's right. If you don't want to die, then watch carefully and see how we avenge your disciple."
"If you go up there now, we'll have to split our attention to protect you. Too troublesome."
Jin Sheng likewise looked at Qin Zong and sneered disdainfully before