Damn it. The Compassionate Sword Immortal Palace set a trap here.
Good thing I've got a backup plan, Wu Jiaxun thought, eyes narrowing as Zhong Yushan cut off two of his men.
His face quickly turned unreadable as he swept his gaze across the battlefield, taking everything in.
"Hmph! We've got no idea what you're going on about!" snapped one of the intercepted men, staying calm on the outside.
"Yeah! If we were really from the Purple Crest Immortal Sect, wouldn't people recognize us? We're not here because of some half-demon kid named Lu Yi—we've got our own scores to settle," the other added, sounding genuinely pissed.
"And now you're dragging innocent people into this just to smear the Purple Crest Immortal Sect? Your Compassionate Sword Immortal Palace really doesn't know shame," he said, shooting a sharp glare at Zhong Yushan.