"You're a mere Late-stage Void Stepping cultivator, and you dare to be so insolent!"
Seeing Hong Luanliang step forward, Mu Bingxuan's beautiful face turned glacial. She took a step forward, her turquoise robe billowing in the wind. The longsword in her hand glinted with a blinding, cold light, its tip aimed straight at Hong Luanliang.
"Mu Bingxuan, what is the meaning of this? Do you really intend to make an enemy of us?"
Hong Luanliang, not having expected Mu Bingxuan to step forward, was momentarily stunned. He was still somewhat intimidated by her and demanded harshly.
"You're mistaken. Not 'us.' My quarrel is solely with you and your Four Symbols Sect."
Mu Bingxuan said coldly, waves of killing intent surging from her. A detached indifference, as if she looked down on everything, appeared in her beautiful eyes. "If you don't accept this, then come and fight!"
