"Six men, driving a young fellow to such extremes."
The old man's voice was hoarse, as though river winds had scoured it for decades.
The six men's expressions changed. Forcing themselves to remain composed, they stopped attacking.
After hastily staunching their bleeding, they swept their divine sense toward the old man in the straw raincoat nearby.
Yet after several scans, they found not the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power on him. He was nothing more than an utterly ordinary mortal fisherman.
But a man who interrupted them at a moment like this, looking so utterly confident, hardly seemed like an ordinary mortal.
Could he be some ancient monster who had withdrawn from the world?
The six exchanged glances, not daring to act for the moment.
Their leader mustered his nerve and said, "Old man, this is a private matter of the Li Household. I advise you not to meddle."
"I retired from the martial world many years ago. For my sake, why don't you six fine fellows spare this man?"
"For your sake? This brat ruined our young master's plans. He deserves to die!"
The leader sneered. The others behind him joined in the clamor, exchanging looks and communicating through divine sense.
The six of us might be low on dharma power, but dealing with a martial artist like you should still be child's play, shouldn't it?
"Has this old man lost his mind? A mortal actually dares interfere with cultivators?"
Whatever. Let's scare him first. If that doesn't work, we'll all attack together.
"Why pretend to be some lofty expert? We're six cultivators. Why would we fear a mortal like you?"
"Brothers, take him down!"
With that, the six Li Household cultivators immediately unleashed their Flying Swords, intending to teach the old man a lesson.
Before they could attack,