"Possessing a lethal weapon yet knowing only slaughter, ignorant of benevolence and virtue... how is that different from being a beast?" Daoist Master Qing Yu shouted coldly, his large hand suddenly swooping down toward Lin Mu. He moved as if to create a small Daoist heaven and earth, intending to trap Lin Mu within it.
"Hmph, you foolish child, your death is certain!"
Witnessing Daoist Master Qing Yu make his move, a look of wild joy spread across Zhang Xian's pale face. He was immensely pleased with himself, his expression tinged with a cold, venomous resentment. A moment ago, he didn't even understand how he had been defeated, assuming only that Lin Mu must have used some underhanded trick. Now, with Daoist Master Qing Yu stepping in—though for his own reasons—it was under the guise of defending him.
Therefore, Zhang Xian was quite excited. After all, how many people under the heavens could have a Martial Arts Grandmaster step in on their behalf? I, Zhang Xian, am one of them!
