Chapter 826: Sensing The Opportunity (II)
The battlefield had grown even more chaotic. Screams and angry shouts rose and fell in waves. Li Xuanfeng and Lingu Rao watched, when suddenly, a sharp screech pierced the sky. A new demonic cloud was surging toward the battlefield from the north.
"Lord Gao and Master Monk Luejin’s forces have arrived!"
A loud shout rang out over the battlefield, followed by a blast of scorching heat. Zhong Qian’s expression shifted and he retreated with a sweep of his spear, shattering the incoming fire. The tip of his spear now glowed faintly red.
A man appeared in the sky, wearing a dark red and black robe, a golden jade belt, and dark crimson boots. His eyes were deep-set and sharp as he leaned on a cavalry lance amid the clouds and sneered, "So this is all the Murong Family is capable of? Seems a century of clinging to Buddhist doctrine has ground your noble lineage into spinelessness!"
Murong Gong’s face darkened, and his voice turned cold and low, "Lou Fangjing, why don’t you try me yourself? All you do is bark."
The man in the dark red robe scowled, his tone turning icy, "Murong Gong... My Gao Family bears a northern surname personally granted by Wei Emperor Gong. It’s one thing for Daoist Masters to speak as equals, but you? You’ve no right to speak the Lou surname. Know your place..."
Murong Gong spat disdainfully, "Ha! What a noble Gao name. It was Lou Chongyang and Tuoba Changming who sold out our sixteen Eastern Hu families to beg riches from the Wei Emperor. And you still dare show your face! The Yuan Family at least reclaimed the Tuoba name. But your family still flaunts its fake lineage. Shameless beyond comparison!"
Gao Fangjing stared coldly, leaving his lance at rest as he replied softly, "My Gao ancestors were of Zhou descent, do not compare us with your kind!"
As the two exchanged barbs, a monk stepped down from the sky and stopped beside Murong Gong. His face was covered with dense golden patterns, and his eyes were tightly shut. He quietly turned toward the mist.