"Shut up!"
"Vile creature, you wish to see the Master? Do you even deserve it?"
"Just like the Nine Town's scoundrels, sticking like plaster, catching so many spies, and yet there's still more."
"Arsonist harm-doer, what right do you have to meet the Master?"
......
Xiahou Zhang heard the clamor from below, slightly lowered his head, and a hint of flame gradually rose in his eyes.
Just now, for the first strike, he held back, dealing with merely a group of grey-clothed Bhikkhus at the Three-maned level, if he went all out, at least several dozen would have died with one cut.
"It seems those five Masters haven't taught you to respect the strong!"
Xiahou Zhang spoke in a low, angry tone, lightly raised his black Silver Ring Saber with his right hand, and directly slashed at the few who just spoke rudely below.
"Speak rudely, then die to this sovereign!"
Ting... hoo.......
