The speaker was a disciple of the Kunlun Sect. His results in the first half of the Dao Battle had been quite good, but after encountering this group the day before yesterday, he had been delayed for two days. Now it seemed that placing among the leaders would be extremely difficult, so naturally he could hardly help being angry.
His words voiced what many were thinking, but no one else had spoken as bluntly as he had.
The nine Green Mountain disciples, including Yao Songshan, looked toward him, their gazes as keen as real swords.
The Kunlun disciple suddenly remembered that catchphrase of the Green Mountain Sword Sect, and his body abruptly went cold.
He even felt that their gazes were several degrees colder than the wind in the gorge, and instinctively shut his mouth.
"Are you trying to bully us with your power?"
Two disciples of the Western Sea Sword Sect stepped out of the crowd and said, "Was our fellow Daoist from Kunlun wrong?"
Yao Songshan narrowed his eyes slightly. His robes stirred, his sword intent poised to emerge, while the other Green Mountain disciples also prepared to draw their swords. This was not a question of bullying others with their power, nor was this the time to argue right and wrong. Though they disagreed with Jing Jiu too, how could they tolerate disciples of other sects insulting their elder?
At that moment, Bai Zao spoke.
She looked at Jing Jiu and said, "West Mountain Residence has replied. They rejected your request in very stern terms. There may be trouble afterward."
To put it mildly, Jing Jiu was behaving recklessly. To put it seriously, he was deliberately disrupting a grand gathering held only once every few years by the orthodox cultivation world.
Even if he took first place