Upon hearing this, Zhao Yi and the others felt a surge of anger rising within them.
What kind of words were these?
They came together to face the enemy, and now, they were treated like decorative vases to be placed aside?
Before they could retort, Liu Zixuan spoke: "Are you sure you can handle this?"
"You think a few young lads like you can do better?" The sixty-year-old martial artist sneered disdainfully.
Liu Zixuan shrugged slightly: "I'll pretend I didn't say anything then."
After speaking, he led the group to step back a few paces, glancing at the Hall Master of Netherworld Hall with a mocking smile: "As you wish!"
The Hall Master of Netherworld Hall twitched the corner of his mouth: "In my view, it's not about showing you how strong these sect and family experts are but showing you that perhaps they're all talk and nothing else!"
"Outrageous!"
The sect expert immediately became enraged.
