"Fellow Daoist Zhou, Chen Shan is now a disciple of our Mountain-Suppressing Sword Sect. Do you still intend to keep attacking?"
Just as Zhou Zhiling wavered, Qiu Zhenyun suddenly swept his broad sleeve, his face dark as he sneered coldly.
At this moment, he was utterly certain of himself.
He alone could contend against Zhou Zhiling. With the aid of Fan Feichen, Li Zizai, and Li Huayuan, the four of them would be more than enough to defeat Zhou Zhiling completely.
Therefore, if Zhou Zhiling knew what was good for her, she would surely retreat in the face of difficulty now.
Hearing the threat in his words, Zhou Zhiling immediately felt a surge of displeasure in her heart.
Her gaze, sharp as blades, fixed on Chen Changming as she said coldly, "Chen Shan is not only a traitor to the Beast Taming Immortal Sect, but also an expelled disciple of our Red Luan Immortal Sect. If your Mountain-Suppressing Sword Sect takes him in, you will become enemies of both our sects. Can you bear the price of that?"
"Would your Red Luan Immortal Sect really go to war with the Beast Taming Immortal Sect and us over Chen Shan?"
Qiu Zhenyun's expression remained unchanged, but the sword intent around him suddenly surged. Like a sharp sword leaving its sheath, it shot straight into the heavens with an astonishing momentum.
He shouted, "If your two sects truly insist on pressing us so relentlessly, then even if our Mountain-Suppressing Sword Sect must cast away our foundation of tens of thousands of years, we will fight you villains to the bitter end!"
As his words fell, the flying sword hovering above his head suddenly began to hum. Glimmering light flickered across its blade; it had clearly gathered its strength and could attack at