"The He Household lurked in Luojing for over twenty years. If I hadn't rooted these people out, no one knows how great a disaster they might have caused afterward-"
Thunder and rain battered the mountain wilderness. Xie Jinhuan stood atop a tree canopy, passionately recounting past incidents of demonic evil wreaking havoc.
At first, Chen Yishan and the others waited for Xie Jinhuan to finish so they could proceed with the fight, but the longer they listened, the more they realized this opening speech was far too long.
Although Xie Jinhuan remained here instead of running, the sect leaders and patriarchs present were no fools. Even if they had not guessed that he had secretly sent the item away under their noses, they would still suspect he was deliberately stalling, waiting for reinforcements or some other change.
Chen Yishan also wanted to use this opportunity to deal with Xie Jinhuan. The longer this dragged on, the more variables there would be, which certainly worked against them. Thus, he rather rudely interrupted:
"Everyone here has heard of your past achievements, young friend Xie, as loudly as thunder in our ears. There's no need to repeat them at length."
The unaffiliated patriarchs, already impatient with the speech, chimed in once someone took the lead:
"Exactly. Hero Xie, if you lack confidence, hand over the opportunity. If you're confident, just fight-"
"We hardly need you to teach us lofty principles about vanquishing demons and defending the righteous path-"
Xie Jinhuan had already sent the opportunity toward the rear. A few more words now meant a few fewer blows later. With Sister Guo's speed, it was entirely possible this would end before the fighting even began, giving the fellow Daoists present a surprise that would make them vomit three pints of blood.
But Chen