"Senior Brother, we're just going to let it go like this?"
"What else? You want me to pull out a magic artifact and duel with him in broad daylight?"
The two figures hurried back to their own dojo, Hua Ming's face filled with resentment. "So what if we duel? Senior Brother, your cultivation is a whole level above his. If you ask me, we should just teach him a lesson, make him lose face at Heavenly Tower Mountain, and see if he still dares to stay at that Immortal Temple."
"After all, he doesn't have a master and isn't counted among our Three Immortals Sect disciples!"
At this point, Hua Ming suddenly paused. "Right, he isn't one of our Three Immortals Sect, so we don't necessarily have to confront him in broad daylight. We can just deal with him secretly..."
Why bother teaching him a lesson, just kill that lunatic and be done with it.
However, before he could finish his sentence, a crisp slap already landed on his face.
Slap!
