"Wu Chou, we agreed to work together, yet you hid off to the side and watched the show, costing our Six Linked Hall a Core Formation elder. You did it on purpose, didn't you?"
Wu Chou chuckled. "Didn't I find you two Core Formation helpers, Zhao and Meng? Your Elder Miao was killed because he wasn't strong enough. Who else can you blame?"
"You-" Elder Gu was furious, but he did not dare attack Wu Chou. After all, he was the grandson of Grandmaster Extreme Yin, an early Nascent Soul cultivator.
Wu Chou seemed to see through his cowardice. With a look of contempt, he ignored him and turned toward Lin He instead. Then he spun on the spot, releasing a streak of inky-black yin qi that swiftly formed a freezing wind. Everywhere it swept past was coated in frost.
The power of this freezing wind made Sect Master Wang and his wife brace themselves, their expressions grave. Lin He, however, merely snorted. The two Broadsword Warrior Puppets beside him struck, unleashing more than twenty thick streams of Sword Aura in succession and scattering the wind.
"Brat, how dare you!"
"Why wouldn't I dare?"
As he spoke, another twenty-odd thick streams of Sword Aura shot toward Wu Chou. Lan Chou acted at the same time, releasing more than a dozen streams of blue Sword Aura. Lin He did not hesitate either. He swung his Ancient Treasure, the Gilded Sword, sending more than a dozen streams of golden Sword Aura flying.
Even as a Core Formation middle stage cultivator, Wu Chou did not dare meet so many attacks head-on, their combined force equivalent to that of four early Core Formation cultivators. He hurriedly called to Elder Gu and the other two, "What are you waiting for? Stop them! Do you expect