The moment Yang Molong came out, his eyes fell upon Yang Ying sitting beside Wang Meng, and he flew into a rage. 'She's only cultivated at the Holy Hall for a few years and already she's forgotten her family's rules? This is rebellion!'
But a string of bloodcurdling screams prevented him from addressing it. 'What is with today? Does everyone think they can just pluck a tiger's whiskers?'
The disciples at the entrance stumbled back in fear. "Younger Brother Ling, you're too soft-hearted. Anyone who dares offend Brother Wang is making an enemy of my Lihuo Sect!"
The speaker was Kuigang of the Lihuo Sect. He casually grabbed someone from a nearby seat and wiped the blood from his hands on the man's clothes.
"Mind your own business. I was planning to annihilate their sect after the banquet," Ling Dushan snorted coldly.
