The one who had drawn his sword was none other than Chen Xin! He held the Seven Kill Sword, its tip gleaming with a chilling light, and spoke with unquestionable authority:
"Tang Xiao, halt! Tang Hao is Spirit Hall's prisoner. Without the Great Enshrined's permission, no one may approach him!"
Since the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had publicly testified on Spirit Hall's behalf, it had firmly placed itself in opposition to the Clear Sky Sect. Naturally, it had to take the initiative to demonstrate its sincerity.
Tang Xiao looked at Chen Xin, his eyes full of scorn. "The mighty Sword Douluo of the Upper Three Sects willingly becoming Spirit Hall's lapdog! The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect really sinks lower with every passing year!"
"Insolence!"
Chen Xin frowned and raised the Seven Kill Sword again, its fierce sword energy instantly locking onto Tang Xiao-the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had chosen to align itself with Spirit Hall for the sect's long-term future. How could he tolerate Tang Xiao slandering it at will?
Just then, an ice-blue arrow suddenly struck at Tang Xiao's feet, bursting into a cloud of freezing air that froze his trouser cuffs. Even the ground became coated in a thin layer of ice.
Tang Xiao stumbled and retreated several steps in disarray, then looked up toward the direction the arrow had come from.
Light Feather Douluo stood beside Azure Luan, his longbow still in hand, a trace of coldness flashing through his silver eyes:
"There won't be a next time. If there is, the ground won't be what I aim at."
Jiang Mo muttered from the side:
"A step too slow. Fifth Brother really is quick! If it were me, I'd knock him flat with one swing of my staff and save us all this chatter!"