"What's going on?"
Zhou Fan glanced at the crowd glaring menacingly around them and asked softly.
"A group from the upper sects, sent down to stop us!"
Bai Moyu's reply was simple and to the point.
"Are you all sure you want to do this with me? You have to understand, regardless of your ultimate goal, once you make a move, you're destined to become enemies of the three major sects."
Zhou Fan's voice was placid, as if he were asking what they wanted for breakfast. There was no hint that this question would decide all their fates.
Hearing this, Bai Moyu was the first to respond. He didn't answer with words, but with action. Stepping forward, he sent his folding fan flying, instantly and effortlessly claiming the lives of several enemies before him.
Seeing this, Wu Xueyi and Nie Yun cursed inwardly. 'That bastard!' They couldn't believe Bai Moyu had beaten them to the punch. Without another thought, they too charged into the fray.
