"It looks like our luck isn't bad; we've met these fellows from the True Word Temple," Su Yi said indifferently as his gaze swept over the leaders from the True Word Temple.
Ye Chen nodded slightly, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth as he responded cheerfully, "That's right, those from the Purple Blood Valley were too weak, their muscles and bones barely had time to act before they were done for. Hopefully, these guys can give me a more satisfying fight."
The people of the True Word Temple felt their hair stand on end; it seemed they had encountered some tough opponents, especially the two sword cultivators at the forefront, who gave them a heavy sense of oppression.
Just as Ye Chen was about to make his move, Lu Yun suddenly said, "Senior Brother Ye, before we strike, could we try to force them to hand over their treasures?"
"There's no need; they won't agree," Ye Chen rejected Lu Yun's suggestion without hesitation.