"What do you want to do?"
Looking at the crowd coming together, Mu Xueqing was somewhat nervous.
Her three fellow disciples knew the motives of this crowd, so they threatened, "If you dare to harm a single hair on her head, we will not let you go; also, once outside, our Wudang Sect will certainly visit you and take your lives."
"Hmph! What a joke, do you really think our sects have no strength? If your Wudang Sect dares to destroy one of us, be ready to be replaced!"
"Besides, coming here was originally a competition. Whoever laughs last is the winner, regardless of your sect or faction!"
The cultivators surrounding them were not intimidated by the threats of the Wudang Sect disciples; with a sect backing them, they had nothing to fear.
The Wudang Sect disciples felt overwhelmed; these people might really not care who you are when they go crazy. Plus, with their sects backing them, they acted as if they had the courage of a bear and the heart of a leopard, fearing no one.
