After the old monk finished speaking, he made to rush at Huang Xiao, but Liaochen hastily moved to block his path and shouted, "Granduncle, please don't be rash! This has nothing to do with Brother Huang. Besides, our divine monk ancestor didn't die at Sect Master Ling's hands."
"Liaochen, you dare call this little demon your brother? He's the Sect Master of the Heavenly Demon Sect now. How can he still be the man you knew back then? Get out of the way!" one of Liaochen's Martial Uncles beside him barked.
"Martial Uncle, Granduncle, I'm sorry, but I cannot obey you this time! Forgive my impertinence, but you're no match for Brother Huang!" Liaochen said, shaking his head.
Although Liaochen had not seen Huang Xiao in a long time, he had learned from Hong Yi and the others that even after becoming Sect Master of the Heavenly Demon Sect, Huang Xiao had not forgotten his friends.
Naturally, Liaochen would not let his Martial Uncles attack. Besides, although their abilities were quite good, they were overestimating themselves if they tried to pit themselves against Huang Xiao.
He was blocking them for their own good. If a clash really broke out, his Martial Uncles would be the ones to suffer in the end.
"Outrageous! Even if we're no match for him, we cannot let him swagger and flaunt his might at the foot of Mount Song, right before Shaolin Temple!" an old monk said angrily.
Huang Xiao was rather speechless. He had merely been riding along the main road, minding his own business. How had that become swaggering and flaunting his might before Shaolin Temple?
Still, he felt little hatred or killing intent toward these stubborn old monks. He was merely somewhat irritated by their obstinacy.
Especially since Liaochen was clearly trying