"You claim you covered the retreat of the Human Race's cultivator army? What shameless boasting! Why don't you ask yourselves whether you even had the ability!"
Bai An spoke in a low voice, his expression openly mocking. Ultimately, he simply looked down on Mu Bai's low cultivation, which was why he had adopted this attitude.
"Is this brother who guided us here at the Xiu Zun Realm?"
Ignoring Bai An's mockery, Mu Bai instead turned his gaze to someone else.
"Bai Quan is my junior brother, a Xiu Zun Soul Cultivator. What harm is there in telling you?"
For the moment, Bai An could not work out what Mu Bai meant and paid little attention to his question.
"Zuo Lin is my disciple and one of the three hundred righteous warriors, a Mighty Realm Body Cultivator. Elder Bai An, would you believe that this junior brother of yours is no match for my disciple Zuo Lin?"
Since they were being looked down upon, talking back alone was useless. They could only strike back and establish their authority through battle. Mu Bai could not act personally; besides, even if he did, he was certainly no match for a Dao Zun. He could only have his disciple face Bai An's junior brother.
"You really aren't afraid the wind will wrench your tongue with all that big talk! Junior Brother Bai Quan, you know what to do!"
"Then I'll start by cutting out his disciple's tongue!"
"Zuo Lin, are you confident?"
"Rest assured, Master. If I lose, what harm is there in cutting out my tongue and giving it to him as a snack with his wine!"
As Zuo Lin spoke, he immediately planted his feet firmly, gripping his Battle Halberd and pointing it at Bai Quan, poised like a tiger.
"Then I'll