The situation was easy to understand, and simple enough to explain.
The faction of three held the advantage in numbers, so naturally they wanted to clear the field quickly and enter the hall to search for treasures.
The pair on the other side refused to retreat. Seeing Jiang Yang, an outsider, arrive just then, they tried to recruit him. Whether sincere or not, they could at least preserve the current balance for now.
After hearing them out, Jiang Yang kept his hand on his sword without moving. His thoughts, however, differed from everyone else's. He mused inwardly:
They're all pretty mediocre. None of them looks particularly formidable...
Though none of the five present was below late Qi refining, judging by their auras alone, Jiang Yang felt not the slightest threat.
Their enthusiastic invitation failed to move him, and their foul remarks never reached his ears. The stalemate continued.
When Jiang Yang said nothing, the man in the green robe finally lost patience. He signaled his companions with his eyes to watch the opposing pair, then raised his twin hooks and said with a vicious grin:
"Fellow Daoist, leave on your own and you can remain unharmed. Don't bring ruin upon yourself!"
His twin hooks lit up, releasing an eerie aura and rolling radiance of baleful intent that bore straight toward Jiang Yang's face.
Hum~
The drifting baleful radiance seethed, giving off a bloody stench, yet remained poised without striking.
The man appeared rash but was actually careful. His mystic artifacts made plenty of thunder but little rain; he only intended to frighten Jiang Yang away.
Partly, he wanted to conserve his magic power. He also feared actually forcing Jiang Yang over to the other side.
But the opposing pair were no fools either. Seeing this, they immediately rose into the