The elite disciples of various sects quickly surrounded and sealed off Long Fei's escape routes under their elders' orders.
An old man stared at Long Fei and shouted coldly, "Demon Chief, you have nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. Hand over your belongings willingly, and we might leave you a complete corpse."
Long Fei glanced at his banner and laughed disdainfully, "Mount Shu lackeys, do you think you're worthy of challenging me? A so-called famous sect, today, even joining forces with outsiders? With such courage, and you think you can dominate the Cultivation World?"
The Mount Shu elder's face flushed red. His hands wielded the longsword, which swept up fiercely. "Demon Chief, you're the enemy of all under heaven. Anyone would kill you given the chance — what need is there to talk of honor? Today the people of the world shall end your life. Accept your fate!"
The surrounding cultivators stood in a murderous array, encircling Long Fei like hungry wolves sizing up their prey.
