No one present spoke.

With Jiang Feng's personality, he could absolutely anger those two old fellows to the point of spitting blood, relying on his backing. By right, he should be mercilessly mocking the two of them when they're down.

But even he was silent at this time.

His eyes filled with envy and admiration.

On regular days, he hardly saw Liu Tangxi truly serious. Usually, the two of them often joked around on the mountain, and after spending so much time together, he completely forgot her identity as his senior sister.

Not only was she his senior sister, she was also the Peak Master of Swordmaster Peak, the current Sword Immortal.

Tap!

Standing in front of the two, whenever she wielded her sword before others, she exuded an indescribable sense of oppression, without leaking any spiritual energy, nor any aura of Immortal Dew, just calmness.

It's a silence as if in total darkness, eerie to the extreme.

"Greetings, Peak Master."

Even Yang the protector took two respectful steps back upon seeing Liu Tangxi appear.

He even performed a salute, showing no fear of the two long-renowned masters across from him ambushing. If you looked closely, you'd find that this salute was almost like that of a disciple.

One must know that his age was greater than Liu Tangxi's, and he had entered the sect earlier.

His gaze remained steady, simply looking peacefully towards the Jiu He brothers not far away.

"Hundreds of years of painstaking cultivation, just to refine your thick skin."

His words were sharply aggressive from the start.

Obviously mocking these two old things for breaking the rules and being sore losers. By their age, most hope to preserve their late-life reputation, as no one wishes for a disgraceful name after death.

The Green Blade in her hand was reversed, leaving others to guess how she would strike, yet the Ninth Elder just gave a sinister smile.

"This little beast of yours dares to kill my grandnephew; do you think others can't kill him?"

"Xuan Jiu, isn't it that your grandnephew's skills were inferior? To lose to an inferior Core Formation despite being half a step into Nascent Soul—it's indeed humiliating when spread. Since you're here, why not let the two seniors stay as well?"

Before anyone else could speak, protector Yang stepped forward.

Brimming with vitality, with an eagle-like demeanor, a faint arrogance and confident yet disdainful smile that was very compelling.

After all, the current Yang protector was not only young and vigorous, but his cultivation realm was on the rise. As one of the candidates for the next Sect Master, his strength was undeniable.

If it was a one-on-one duel, he wouldn't fear any one of the elders at all. Though he might not win, he could at least tie.

If one against two, naturally he had no chance, but the issue was with Liu Tangxi present, this Peak Master Liu gave him great confidence.

"Heh heh, the young ones today are really something. I was just saving someone earlier and had no time to engage with you. Do you dare to speak so loudly now? How about we settle it right here today?"

The aura erupted from him instantly.

Protector Yang also showed no fear, the spear in his hand emitting a golden thunder light, a Golden Light Spell quite rare in the world.

At such times, both sides were somewhat eager for action. If Xuan Yinzi was unharmed, they would certainly remember what the Sect Master mentioned before—if encountering Liu Tangxi, two or more could engage.

If alone, they were to escape quickly, not provoke her. But now, with a two-on-two situation, it was quite ambiguous, especially when enemies meeting brought intense rage. They had a brother who fell at that young girl's hand.

The tension between the two was palpable, but the Seventh Elder kept some rationality. Though there hadn't been a confrontation yet, he vaguely felt a sense of unease.

It wasn't stage fright or fear, but an intuition from years of experience on blood-soaked battlefields.

"Liu Tangxi, what do you say?"

The Seventh Elder spoke.

With one hand behind his back, unless absolutely necessary he didn't want to fight, but today's setup looked unavoidable.

"Your disciple lured my grandnephew out with a scheme and set up an ambush to beat him this way, but since Xiao Er lost, it's because his skills were inferior, so I won't say more."

"Let's drop this, return to our homes, and I won't harm any other disciples of your Purple Cloud Palace. You, too, should leave with your people. In two years, the Phoenix Heavenly Cave will reopen, and I don't want any side issues at this time."

"If you don't know what's good for you, then I shall accompany you to fight to the death."

"How about it?"

A rather unexpected statement.

The fiery Ninth Elder at his side immediately intended to speak, his expression somewhat anxious.

"Seventh brother, how can we explain to the Sect Leader after Yin Er is beaten like this..."

Raised a hand to interrupt.

Gave Liu Tangxi an inquiring look, which even made Jiang Feng, watching from the back, click his tongue in wonder, even a bit admiring.

An entire night of illusions, fighting, rushing, and now nearly dawn, he saw at a glance the cane gripped tightly in the Seventh Elder's hand, the old fingers clenching tightly with veins bulging.

It was clear he was also filled with anger now, but in such circumstances, he could still maintain calm negotiations and was willing to suffer a minor loss to preserve strength.

Protector Yang likewise looked towards Liu Tangxi; before this Sword Immortal, he had no grounds to interject, the two of them simply not equal in status, position, or strength, both in a superior-subordinate relationship.

Even if he had the fighting spirit, he had to watch the Peak Master's expression,

"First."

She spoke.

Her voice and expression still indifferent, her gaze upon the two masters seemed as if seeing nothing. This was not contempt or arrogance, but an ethereal realm.

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