Chapter 367
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"Nothing. You dare to ask our Xuanling Sect disciples to kneel down to you? You sure have guts. "
Ye Qingtang's tone was obviously lower at the end, and the coldness in her voice made the Wind Sword Sect disciples break out in cold sweat.
"No … No. It was your Xuanling Sect disciples who spoke first. That's why we had a conflict." The Wind Sword Sect disciples bit the bullet and said. In reality, that was indeed the case.
"Oh?" Ye Qingtang looked at the Xuanling Sect disciples. "What exactly happened?"
Qiao Mo and the others naturally didn't dare to conceal anything, and they immediately recounted everything that had happened in detail.
After hearing that, Ye Qingtang's gaze swept across the faces of the Wind Sword Sect disciples. Although it was a casual glance, her gaze caused goosebumps to rise on the Wind Sword Sect disciples' bodies. Ye Qingtang looked at the disciples from the Wind Sword Sect.
"So … you want my junior brother to crawl between your legs on his knees and kowtow to you to apologize?" Ye Qingtang asked calmly. However, her gaze suddenly turned sharp the moment she finished her sentence. "That's right!" Ye Qingtang said coldly.
She suddenly pulled out the Demonic Blood Sword at her waist.
The Demonic Blood Sword that was just strengthened was overbearing. The moment it was unsheathed, a cold air spread out.
The Wind Sword Sect disciples' legs turned to jelly when they saw this scene.
This was the ability of an inner sect disciple. She had yet to make a move, but she already exuded such a terrifying pressure. Their faces turned pale immediately, and they did not even dare to let out a fart.
Qiao Mo and the rest felt warmth in their hearts when they saw Ye Qingtang's expression.
They were chased around like dogs by the Wind Sword Sect disciples for the past few days. Now that Senior Sister Ye made a move, would the Wind Sword Sect disciples still dare to be so arrogant towards them?!
Ye Qingtang's back view was originally petite, but at that instant, she was extremely tall in the eyes of Qiao Mo and the rest.
"Why? Do you think there's no one in Xuanling Sect? "Ye Qingtang scoffed.
The Wind Sword Sect disciples were about to vomit from Ye Qingtang's aura and did not dare to retort at all. All of them shook their heads like a rattle drum.
"It's just a casual chat. How dare you trap my junior brothers for so many days? How are you going to settle this score?" Ye Qingtang said with narrowed eyes.
The Wind Sword Sect disciples almost cried in fear.
Chat for a while?
How was it just a casual chat?!
Qiao Mo was the one who started the fight, but why did it sound like they were the ones who deliberately stirred up trouble?
But at this moment, how could they have the guts to argue?
The other party was an inner disciple, and they were not on the same level.
Normally, if they met an inner court disciple, all of them would be extremely respectful and careful.
"Senior Sister, whatever you say … we'll do it …" The Wind Sword Sect disciple was really terrified now.
Ye Qingtang was not in a hurry to reply. Instead, she turned to look at Qiao Mo and the rest. "How are your injuries?"
Qiao Mo and the rest were not seriously injured, and most of them were superficial wounds. They were just in a sorry state from being chased. Just as they were about to speak, Ye Qingtang turned around and said to the Wind Sword Sect disciples,
"You've injured my Junior Brothers so badly and delayed their return to the sect. Naturally, you must compensate them for their losses."
"…" The eyes of the Wind Sword Sect disciples almost popped out of their sockets.
Disastrous?
How was it heavy?!
Qiao Mo and the others were also dumbfounded.
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