At the back of the crowd, Xiao Yue and Han Yu exchanged a glance, then decisively stepped out from among the people.
"Stop!"
Xiao Yue cried out sharply, her lotus steps shifting beneath her feet.
Before her words had even faded, she and Han Yu had already rushed into the center, taking positions to Su Shi'er's left and right.
The auras around them surged in full force as True Yuan filled their bodies, countless streams of sword qi spinning wildly around them.
Amid shrill howls, they instantly scattered the immense pressure bearing down on Su Shi'er's Immortal Body.
"Hm? Fellow Daoists from the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect? What did you two mean by this?"
The Hawk-Eyed Cultivator narrowed his eyes, his gaze swiftly sweeping over Xiao Yue and Han Yu. Two traces of wariness flashed through his eyes.
In terms of cultivation and strength, he was confident he was no weaker than the two before him.
Yet the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect behind them was not something he dared take lightly.
Han Yu kept a stern face and said coldly, "Nothing much. We are merely taking this fellow Daoist away."
"Taking him away? As members of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect, you intend to take someone away in public with just one sentence? Is that not a little too overbearing?"
The Hawk-Eyed Cultivator's face darkened, his gaze constantly roaming over Han Yu and Xiao Yue.
That single retort revealed his sinister intentions in full.
"Fellow Daoist, there is no need to keep stirring the pot here. Fellow Daoist Wang is a friend of our Xuan Yuan Sword Sect. We came here together earlier, and I believe quite a few fellow Daoists saw that."
"The Xuan Yuan Sword Sect can vouch for everything he said just now."
"Besides, he was the