Seeing Lan Yao refusing to relent, Zhang Ping gritted his teeth in anger.
"Lan Yao, don't blame me; you brought this on yourself!"
"Cut the nonsense, if you've got the skill, bring it on!"
Zhang Ping gritted his teeth, waved his hand, and the people from the Heisha Sect rushed forward.
Lan Yao sneered coldly and led the Elf Clan forward to meet the attack.
The sound of the battle reached the Third Elder and others, startling them.
"Oh no, it seems someone is attacking! You all stay with Gu Sheng, I'll go take a look."
"Third Elder, there must be many attackers, bring some people with you."
The Third Elder nodded and hurried over.
He followed the sound, but the closer he got, the quieter it became.
By the time the Third Elder appeared, Lan Yao had already sheathed his sword.
Seeing the ground before him covered in bloodstains, the Third Elder quickly approached.
"Lan Yao, was there an attack?"
