"Great Ancestor Witch, tell me, isn't this ridiculous?
"These people from the Chan Sect call for help when they can't win, gang up on others, then accuse their opponents of having no martial honor. Their skin is thicker than our Mount Buzhou!" Xingtian roared with laughter.
After hearing Xingtian's account, an intensely amused smile curled Dijiang's lips.
His gaze swept over Yuanshi and Tongtian, his tone dripping with barbed mockery.
"Well, well, you two Sages have truly opened this emperor's eyes with your talent for teaching disciples."
"One raised a pack of hypocrites who fancy themselves lofty and pure but are utterly shameless. The other raised a pack of good-for-nothings who have some fire in their blood, yet still get pinned to the ground and dragged across it."
Dijiang shook his head and sighed in feigned regret. "What a failure..."
"Dijiang, curb your arrogance!"
Dijiang's merciless ridicule struck a raw nerve in Yuanshi, and the fury in his heart instantly breached the defenses of his reason.
He abruptly stepped forward, glaring at Dijiang with bloodshot eyes. "This is a family matter among us Three Pure Ones. An outsider like you has no place butting in!"
"Second Brother is right!"
Although Master Tongtian was dissatisfied with Yuanshi and the Chan Sect Disciples, he unhesitatingly sided with Yuanshi when faced with the "external enemy" that was Dijiang.
"You have no right to judge my Jie Sect Disciples, Dijiang. If you're looking for trouble, I, Tongtian, will see it through to the end!" The Green Duckweed Sword let out a piercing ring.
Although Laozi said nothing, the Taiyi Whisk in his hand had risen slightly, clearly signaling that he would stand or fall with his two younger brothers.
Facing the united hostility of the Three Pure Ones, Dijiang showed not the slightest fear.