The crooked-mouth youth from Zenith Sword Sect looked at the Astral Hall members with a face full of disdain.
"How infuriating! To treat us with such contempt!"
The Astral Hall members gritted their teeth and clenched their fists.
"What are you looking at? Want to make a move? Then come on!"
The crooked-mouth youth glanced sideways, provocatively staring at the Astral Hall members.
Contempt, blatant contempt.
The eyes of the Astral Hall members were filled with fury, but for a moment, no one stepped forward.
After all, the reputation of the Zenith Sword Sect stands tall, not just empty words.
"Hmph, truly a bunch of worthless fools!"
The crooked-mouth youth continued his provocation, full of mockery.
"Infuriating, I'm going to fight!"
Shane Moore couldn't hold back and was about to rise.
"Brother Moore, wait a moment, the other side is deliberately provoking us, trying to probe our strength. Why fall into their trap?"
Marshall Morgan patted Shane Moore and said.
