章 432: Take The Trash

From the four spatial channels emerged a dozen elders from the respective four families. They felt the wills and auras lock onto them, but their eyes merely passed over everyone indifferently. They quickly spotted the three young ones lying prone and gravely injured, with weapons pointed at them; with a single movement, their bodies would explode.

Their expressions soured as the elders from the three families prepared to attack. They heard a soft voice of an elven elder speak.

"Azja, what's going on?"

"Mother, it was a misunderstanding. These three bastards were very rude and provoked... the members of our branches, on this planet." Azja spoke calmly without moving, afraid that the spear at her back would pierce her. The aura of these cultivators was very wild, giving a sense of utter madness.