"Bragging? Anyone can do that."
Zhan Beiye stepped forward, shielding An Jiuyue behind him, his thin lips slightly curved as he eyed the people before him.
They had indeed spared no expense. Each person facing them had a cultivation level not lower than theirs; Xiang Qifeng had managed to summon all the experts he could find.
"Bragging? Based on you lot?"
The leader of the group snorted contemptuously, his scornful gaze fixed on the few before him.
Suddenly, he signaled one of his subordinates with a covert glance. The man understood at once, leaping into the air, lunging towards Zhan Beiye with a killer move ready to strike him dead in one blow.
Zhan Beiye was in the midst of parrying when suddenly, he was pushed aside.
An Jiuyue, with one hand, pushed Zhan Beiye out of the way, and without courtesy, lashed her long, skeleton whip towards the assailant.
A "snap" sounded.