Dao Yuan glanced at Wang Xianzhi and let out a cold snort: "Hmph, you don't need to bother with this matter!" His voice was icy and full of disdain.
Wang Xianzhi revealed a mocking expression and said with a sarcastic laugh, "Hehe, I've been trying so hard to persuade you all this time, all for your own good. How can you be so ungrateful? You've really taken my kindness for granted!"
Seeing this, Pure Yang Master quickly chimed in, "That's right, Fellow Daoist Wang and I meant well. Not only do you not appreciate it, but you also put on such a nasty attitude. It's truly disheartening!"
However, faced with the two's coordinated rhetoric, Dao Yuan's lips curled up slightly, and he responded with a forced smile: "Hehe, do you think I don't know what kind of people you two are? Stop pretending!"
Then, he retorted without any mercy, "Instead of wasting your time worrying about the people of our Backing Mountain Sect, you should spend more time looking after your own sect's disciples!"
"If I remember correctly, when that temple opened last time, the forces of your two sects suffered a devastating blow, completely wiped out!"
"In comparison, our Backing Mountain Sect only lost one person, and two others survived!"
These words struck Chunyang Zhenren and Wang Xianzhi like a heavy hammer blow to their hearts. Their faces instantly turned extremely ugly, alternating between pale and flushed, as if they had been slapped countless times in public, their faces burning with pain.
As the saying goes, "Don't hit someone in the face, don't expose someone's shortcomings," but Daoyuan's remarks undoubtedly dealt them a heavy blow in the most direct and ruthless way, leaving them utterly humiliated and ashamed.
"snort!"
Master Chunyang's face was ashen, his eyes flashing with cold light. He snorted coldly and said in an icy tone, "Don't be so arrogant. I can tell you with certainty that your Kaoshan Sect will face annihilation this time, and your entire army will be wiped out!"
Wang Xianzhi, standing to the side, echoed him, his face equally stern and his voice as cold as frost: "Indeed, I completely agree with what Fellow Daoist Chunyang said."
"After all, your Backing Sect is carrying a burden of a Primordial Saint Emperor in the early stage this time!"
Upon hearing this, Dao Yuan curled his lip indifferently, a disdainful smile appearing on his face, and replied sarcastically, "Heh, is this all you can do?"
"This is utterly ridiculous! If you have nothing else to say, then get the hell out of here!"
Then, with his arms crossed and an arrogant expression, he continued, "Otherwise, I can't guarantee that I can control my impulse. If I really start sparring with you, I'm afraid I might accidentally kill you!"
Upon hearing this, Pure Yang Master was instantly enraged and sneered repeatedly: "Arrogant and ignorant fool! A thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye. Do you still naively believe that the strength of me and Fellow Daoist Wang has stagnated and made no progress?"
"If you truly intend to challenge us, then I wouldn't mind personally taking action and teaching you a lesson for your ignorance!"
Wang Xianzhi's lips curled into a slightly mocking smile as he slowly said, "Count me in!"
His nonchalant tone seemed to contain boundless confidence and disdain.
Just then, Dao Yuan suddenly burst into laughter, his voice echoing through the air like thunder. "Hahahaha... Just the two of you? A thousand years ago, even if you joined forces, you weren't my match. Do you think you can turn the world upside down after a thousand years?"
However, despite speaking lightly, Dao Yuan knew very well that a thousand years had passed, and these two must have made great breakthroughs and achievements during that time.
Faced with such a formidable enemy, he naturally wouldn't let his guard down.
Upon hearing this, Pure Yang Master and Wang Xianzhi exchanged a glance, as if they were of one mind.
Immediately afterwards, they simultaneously began to circulate the divine power within their bodies. In an instant, two incomparably powerful auras surged out from their bodies, like surging torrents, rapidly spreading outwards.
Sensing the opponent's aggressive aura, Dao Yuan naturally refused to back down.
He snorted coldly and turned around abruptly. Suddenly, a dazzling light flashed behind him, so bright that it was almost impossible to look directly at him.
At the same time, an extremely powerful force surged out of his body like a flood bursting its banks, sweeping towards Chunyang Zhenren and Wang Xianzhi.
In an instant, the entire space was filled with these three powerful forces, and the atmosphere became extremely tense.
At this extremely tense moment, the many people around who witnessed this scene were all shocked. Without the slightest hesitation, they quickly moved away like lightning.
In the blink of an eye, they had retreated to a safe area a kilometer away, each of them watching the situation unfold with solemn expressions.
In stark contrast, only Qin Feng and his three companions from the Kaoshan Sect stood firmly in place like four mountains, without moving an inch.
At this moment, six streaks of light streaked across the distant sky, flying rapidly like shooting stars chasing the moon.
As the light faded, six tall and imposing figures were revealed, none other than the six from the Immortal Origin Sect and the Purple Sun Sword Sect.
The arrival of these six people made the atmosphere even more tense.
With a faint smile on his face, Chunyang Zhenren stared intently at Daoyuan and asked slowly, "Do you really want to spar with us?"
Upon hearing this, Dao Yuan first gave a soft, cold laugh, then chuckled and replied nonchalantly, "You call this a friendly spar? As I see it, you're worried you can't beat me, so you're planning to gang up on me!"
However, though he said this, his expression showed no fear whatsoever, but rather a resolute look. "So be it. Since things have come to this, there's no point in saying more. If you insist on fighting, then I'll accompany you to the end!"
Just as Dao Yuan finished speaking, apart from Qin Feng who had remained silent, Su Liyue, Lin Xuan, and Ning Que suddenly trembled slightly, as if they had been touched by some mysterious force.
In an instant, an incredibly violent aura suddenly erupted from them, sweeping outwards like a surging wave.
This aura was so powerful that it distorted and deformed the surrounding air, faintly emanating a chilling pressure.
Both Chunyang Zhenren and Wang Xianzhi frowned, their expressions shifting between anger and uncertainty.
They were just talking big; they didn't actually want to fight Daoyuan and the others.
After all, only two of them, both sects, came this time, and they were both at the half-step Heavenly Dao Realm.
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