The night deepened.
Sanchahe Village, however, was becoming livelier than ever.
Five more Golden Core Realm experts now hung from the large banyan tree.
Their Space Rings and Flying Swords had been confiscated by Zhang Bin.
So, driven to extreme anger, they were cursing at the top of their lungs.
"Zhang Bin, opposing our Daoyi Sect is a dead end for you!"
"Zhang Bin, you're about to die!"
"Zhang Bin, do you know that your Taiqing Sect is going to be annihilated?"
"…"
"Hong Ya, shut them up."
A disdainful sneer appeared on Zhang Bin's face.
Hong Ya let out a clear phoenix cry, and a multitude of birds flew over from the Great Green Mountain, circling above the five men's heads and ceaselessly defecating.
PLOP! PLOP! PLOP!
Bird droppings fell like raindrops on their heads, faces, necks, and bodies.
The five were so furious that they nearly coughed up blood, but they wisely shut their mouths to prevent bird droppings from flying into them.
