"Stop right there!"
The masked leader's blade pointed at the person, "A follower of the Witch God Sect?"
"Amitabha!"
The sharp-nosed monk pressed his palms together, "Sirs, please do not speak nonsense, this humble monk is a monk from the Golden Bell Temple."
"A monk? Then why are you running around in such a panic?!"
The masked man barked coldly, "Cut the crap, with that face, who could you fool? Meet your death!"
No more words were wasted.
All four of them made their move simultaneously.
The monk didn't hesitate either; his hands, at some point, were already quietly equipped with a pair of gloves wrapped with iron wire, directly clashing with the sword's blade, instantly sparking and creating sounds like that of blacksmithing.
"Both this monk and the leading masked man are in the Bone Training Realm!"
Chen Sansi could tell that their power clearly surpassed that of the Blood Refining Warriors; they were both adept at bone training.