A pair of sharp eyes converged on the three figures of Black Waterzi.
Aside from Yu Lie who wore a worried expression, there were others who felt the same way.
Bai Ezi was precisely one of them.
He stared blankly at Black Waterzi, thinking to himself, "Sure enough, this old fellow didn’t die out in the Chaos Realm after all. He’s quite fortunate and even managed to join the Immortal Palace. But just how does he manage to stir up trouble wherever he goes? He actually killed that Shenqi Zi?"
Daoist Zhiguang remained silent for a few breaths.
He caught sight of the Dan Shu Immortal’s arrogance.
With his pride restrained, he let out a cold snort:
“Although this document is sent by the Dao Lord, as a junior, I do not have the authority to hand over my disciples.”
He spoke firmly, and a gentle buzzing sound arose as thin threads of white light spread out in a fanned circle, floating behind Daoist Zhiguang like a sacred shield.
“I only hold the right to wield my sword to protect my fellow junior brothers. If you refuse to report to the senior elders in the palace, and insist on taking away these three brothers, you would have to step over my sword first.”
Swish, swish—a flash of sword light appeared from the hands of the other two Daoists as well.