"You scoundrel! Demon Beasts are running rampant, yet instead of hunting them, you're taking the opportunity to ambush a fellow disciple! You're selfish and a disgrace to our Ancient Spirit Sect!"
The cold rebuke, wrapped in rolling sound waves, exploded like thunder by Ye Wushuang's ears, causing his attack to falter for a moment.
Seizing the chance, Yuan Chong scrambled out from under Ye Wushuang's massive saber, gasping for breath and drenched in the sweat of someone who had just escaped death's door.
Ye Wushuang whipped his head around to see Anx Shijie staring down at him from the top of the pass wall.
'It's that old dog, Anx Shijie!' Ye Wushuang's heart sank. He immediately sneered, "I don't know if your eyes are on the back of your head or growing out of your ass, Elder Anx. You didn't see Yuan Chong's pathetic attempt to kill me, but when I fight back, you accuse me of a sneak attack? How ridiculous!"
