"You actually..." The Spirit Binders were at a loss for words. They hadn't expected them to turn back.
The Spirit Binders frantically shook the Dharma Artifacts in their hands, summoning the creatures they kept—the Xingzi.
As for the Spirit Binders, they had no idea what kind of weapons the opposing Travelers were wielding.
These were Firearms, which were not a product of this era—or at least, the Spirit Binders lacked the knowledge to recognize them.
But getting hit in the face with those things had still been quite painful.
The local County Magistrate, who had just managed to separate them, grew tense as he watched the two sides face off again.
'What the hell? I spent all that time breaking up the fight, and these Spirit Binders just won't shut their mouths.'
'Good advice is wasted on those who deserve to die. They got beaten black and blue, yet they still don't know when to back down.'
