"Dong Tiesong... you guys... what kind of thing is that guy?!"
The leader of the men in black robes and masked faces shouted angrily.
Dong Tiesong unleashed three successive sword strikes, neutralizing the opponent's wave of attacks, before he managed to say, "He's not a thing!"
As the lead black-robed, masked man's offensive was not yet finished, his long sword, swift like the wind and sprinkling cold starlight, pressured Dong Tiesong to keep retreating. He said, "Elder Dong, that person is the son of your palace's master, right?"
Dong Tiesong said, "Of course, that's true. However, our young master is kind-hearted and does not wish to kill rashly..."
He was interrupted by a sneer before he could finish, "Dong Tiesong, I can't believe an old man like you would have the nerve to spout such nonsense!"
Dong Tiesong replied angrily, "Believe it or not, that's up to you. Is the identity of our palace master's son even in doubt?"