Mu Bai's shout of "She's mine!" made Chen Qi freeze for a moment before her bright eyes cleared and a smile touched her lips. Chen Shichong also laughed heartily, urging his horse forward to stand beside Mu Bai, unafraid of the Beishan Household's arrogant bluster.
"That's the outsider the Chen Household brought back?"
"What nerve! Fighting our eldest brother for a woman here in the Northern Plains? He really doesn't know whether he's alive or dead!"
Several Sect Heirs spoke in mocking tones, as though afraid the slap to Beishan Lie's face had not resounded loudly enough. Anger darkened Beishan Lie's face. He raised a hand and swept them with a cold gaze, and only then did they hold their tongues.
"Xue Dongming, make it quick and clean."
"Yes!"
Chen Jianduan had killed Xue Dongming's own nephew, and Xue Dongming had also been exposed for stealing what he was entrusted to guard and fostering bandits to bolster his own importance. He had nearly been beheaded by the sect, but Beishan Lie had spoken up to save him. Stripped of his position as elder, he had become Beishan Lie's lackey. At Beishan Lie's command, he sprang into the air like a gray-brown goshawk, his sleeves billowing as he extended a claw several yards long toward the three riders atop the peak.
Suddenly, the Giant Sword rose from the other side of the mountain and hacked down, meeting Xue Dongming's enormous claw head-on. With a ripping sound like torn brocade, the claw split in two in midair. Xue Dongming's expression changed drastically. He hastily withdrew his hand into his sleeve, but blood still streamed from it, and he could only fly backward and drop down.
"Useless!" Beishan Lie cursed viciously, his face utterly ugly. "No wonder you have the confidence to fight