"Gentlemen!"
Tuoba Chongyuan's figure emerged with a profound dark radiance, dazzling within the Great Seal that had transformed into a formation. The sharpness surging from the Long Halberd in his hand became even more aggressive. Quan Yi's complexion turned ugly, and with a chill in his heart, he exclaimed,
"You really have some nerve! Using this magic artifact not even a hundred exchanges into our fight! How very sly... There was no need for such measures if you wanted us dead from the start..."
Tuoba Chongyuan's expression remained calm as he said in a low voice,
"Taoist Fellow jests. The dangers of Maha beyond the happy skies of Zifu are frightful. Caution is paramount in all matters. Facing each encounter as a battle for life and death is indeed the best prescription for longevity..."
His demeanor serious, this statement made the expressions on several faces grow complex. Yu Yuwei had long since lost his composure, speaking coldly,
