With the sword tip pressed against his chest, Qian Xuan had already lost. His expression changed rapidly, his face swelling liver-purple, leaving him little way to save face.
"When your third brother was playing these tricks, you were still playing in the mud!"
The corners of his mouth lifted. With a crisp smack, the Demon Sword slapped Qian Xuan across the face.
"You!"
Qian Xuan swept aside the Demon Sword in Mu Bai's hand and retreated indignantly. Though unconvinced, he still knew his limits.
"To think a wilderness brat would have a few moves. I won't make things difficult for you today, lest people say we bullied you with a succession of challengers. As long as..."
Qian Yuwen had seen Mu Bai's fighting strength and did not want to lose face either.
"Stop right there! Come at me together! If I can't take you, my surname isn't Qian!"
"How arrogant!"
"You never deserved the surname Qian in the first place!"
The two Holy Sons spoke in unison, yet neither dared attack. By now, the commotion had already attracted the attention of many Holy Sons.
"I think he's pretty imposing..."
"Even second brother wouldn't dare take those two on together, would he?"
"Why wouldn't he? As long as your fists are big and hard enough, you can be second brother too!"
"Forget it. With our standing, how could we lack that much self-awareness? We're destined to be leaves that set off the flowers."
The newly appointed Third Holy Son's return to the Sacred Land was already a major event in the Three Heavens of Biluo. With two Holy Sons joining forces to deliver him an opening blow, seven or eight Holy Sons had immediately come to watch the fun. Instead of the scene they had imagined, they happened to witness the