"Fine, battle!"
Upon hearing Qin Yang's words, the elder with the surname Meng changed his expression slightly, then gritted his teeth fiercely.
"I've worked so hard to get what I have, and yet these five ugly fools get the best of it. My heart can't swallow this bitterness. This time, I'll fight to the end. I can't believe I won't be able to kill these fools."
The elder's eyes gleamed coldly, staring at the five on the boulder, and his grip on the Cyan Blade Longsword involuntarily tightened.
"Then let's battle!"
The twin sisters of the Song family exchanged a glance and spoke through clenched silver teeth together.
"Battle!"
Monk Huiguang's eyes flashed with cold light, glaring at the Five Uglies. He was filled with resentment, having gone through so much trouble to kill the Jade-Horned Dragon Leopard, only for these ugly ones to reap the rewards. He was the most discontent.
"Teng Daoist, what about you?"
