"Juechen, that Taoist probably belongs to the Seven Seas three sect. Since we are both from the Nine Countries, why don't we put aside our fight and take down that guy from the Taoist Sect first?" Fang Lin, seeing that Juechen seemed to intend to make a move, instigated from the side.
Juechen's face was expressionless, and the treasure sword bound behind him quivered slightly—a reflection of Juechen's soaring fighting spirit.
"There's no need for you to make a move; I can slay him myself," Juechen stated coldly.
Upon hearing this, Fang Lin curled his lip, "Just don't lose to him later; that would be quite the embarrassment."
Juechen huffed heavily and could no longer restrain himself; his fighting spirit erupted. With a swoosh, the cloth-bound sword behind him flew out, heading straight for Yin Wuyan and the blue-robed Taoist.