"Huh? Martial Aunt, where are you going?"
Behind the crowd, Liu Danaodai had never seen anything like this. Frightened pale, his legs trembling, he saw Xie Ruomei beside him start forward without a word and hurriedly held the girl back.
Looking again at Lian Youming's arrogant bearing, his head high and eyes lowered as he surveyed everyone with disdain, Liu Danaodai swallowed hard, then summoned some courage. "How could we let a little girl like you handle this? It ought to be me."
With that, he turned and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Boy Lian, fuck him up!"
This was someone who had shared a heated brick bed with him and saved his life. He had to lend him some support.
Unfortunately, his courage was still lacking. The first two words sounded fairly forceful, but a gust of cold wind immediately took the strength out of the rest.
But there was more than one Baji Sect disciple here. Whoever came looking for trouble on their doorstep would get nowhere.
The other disciples all glared, taking up the cry with cold sneers and furious shouts. "Fuck him up!"
Amid the boundless snow, a crowd of martial artists cursed in unison, making even the roof tiles tremble.
Xu Tian sat in the seat of honor, perfectly composed, paying no attention to his disciples' behavior.
If martial artists lacked even a little viciousness, they might as well go home and look after children.
Li Da was not in Cangzhou. The Baji Sect's leader and several elders were either traveling or recuperating in Four-Nine City. Xu Tian was the most senior person present, so naturally he was in charge.
"Heh, Senior Brother Xu, are you planning to use your numbers to intimidate us? We all came by invitation. It wouldn't sound very