Chapter 27 The Little Fatty
The disciples of the Divine Sword Sect were full of vigor and spirit, looking at the True Martial Sect with unfriendly eyes, as if feeling that their belongings had been stolen and they were determined to take them back.
In response.
The disciples of the True Martial Sect were equally unyielding.
Led by the Nine Great True Inheritor, all the disciples’ gazes were cold and stern.
The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat stagnant.
Taoist Longshan was helpless.
He sighed:
"I wouldn’t dare forget the ten-year promise."
"As Divine Sword Brother said, shall we stick to the old rules?"
Divine Sword Old Man’s originally imposing aura suddenly waned, his expression a bit unnatural.
Ten years ago, when he fought with Taoist Longshan, he already felt that the opponent was holding back, and now that he knew Taoist Longshan had half a foot into the Celestial Human Realm, fighting again would surely end in defeat.
Just thinking about being humiliated in front of so many disciples again made his teeth ache.