ng Zhang, just like his master Daoist Profound Spirit, always showed respect for Old Man Tian and other senior mbers of the sect. After exchanging greetings with Old Man Tian and the other seniors, ng Zhang finally rembered Zhao Dong's presence.
"If you're here as a guest, you should act like one. Interfering in the host's family matters isn't sothing a guest should do," ng Zhang stated calmly.
Unperturbed, Zhao Dong replied, "Brother Fang is no longer a mber of Taiyi Sect. Taiyi Sect should not interfere in his family matters."
Fang ng, feeling frustrated by ng Zhang's indifference, exclaid, "Yes, Tian Li is a mber of our Fang family..."
"Shut up! You ungrateful scum! Who gave you the right to speak here?" ng Zhang's sudden scolding left Fang ng stunned.
"You dare say another word, and I'll teach you a lesson!" ng Zhang warned.
Fang ng, a hot-tempered individual, beca agitated at ng Zhang's scolding. "You rely on sweet talk to deceive our master and steal the position of Sect Master from . Now you dare act so arrogantly? I'll show you!"
As he spoke, Fang ng made hand seals, activating the Yellow Sand Art, which conjured a whirlwind of sand around him, ready to attack ng Zhang.
"You all, stay back. I'll handle this traitor myself," ng Zhang ordered, preventing the others from interfering. He intended to subdue Fang ng, the defector, on his own.
ng Zhang's body ignited flas out of thin air, and the scorching heat forced people around him to step back. His Lesser Yang True Qi, ignited with the Yang Fire, surged towards Fang ng.
When the flas t the swirling sand, a sizzling sound erupted. The sand dispersed, and the flas pressed forward.
Though both were at the Refining Qi Fourth Level, ng Zhang's cultivation in the Lesser Yang Qi Art was far superior to Fang ng's Yellow Sand Art. ng Zhang's Lesser Yang True Qi held an absolute advantage in richness and power.
Moreover, after continuously using Lesser Yang True Qi to dispel yin qi in his body, ng Zhang felt it had undergone so refinent and beco even purer.
Fang ng brought out a small flag and waved it vigorously, summoning more sand to barely block ng Zhang's attacks.
ng Zhang wasn't using any magic tool; he relied solely on his Lesser Yang True Qi, gradually overpowering Fang ng.
"Must you fight each other, fellow disciples?" Zhao Dong intervened with a conciliatory tone, attempting to deceive while secretly making his move.
He sent a flying sword towards the battlefield, seemingly trying to separate the two fighters but aiming to strike ng Zhang.
Zhao Dong had previously inquired about ng Zhang's strength from Fang ng, who claid that they were both at the Refining Qi Fourth Level. However, ng Zhang's combat experience was inferior to his.
Zhao Dong considered himself compassionate for only planning to cut off one of ng Zhang's arms or, at most, cripple his cultivation base to damage the Sect Master's prestige.
Convinced that his Refining Qi Sixth Level was enough to overpower ng Zhang, Zhao Dong cunningly struck when he thought ng Zhang was occupied with Fang ng.
However, ng Zhang was vigilant, even while fighting Fang ng. He wasn't a person who took hits without retaliating. When Zhao Dong's flying sword ca, ng Zhang didn't dodge but threw a golden knife toward the incoming attack.
The knife lacked its tip, as it had been refined through the Blood Refining Martyr Art before.
Upon contact, the seemingly feeble golden knife imdiately exploded with a loud bang. The flying sword jumped several tis before helplessly falling to the ground.
The explosion and recoil caused Zhao Dong's true qi to churn uncomfortably within him. The flying sword, refined with true qi, suffered significant damage.
Despite using up two previously refined magic tools, ng Zhang's face didn't betray any emotions. With a show of force, he continued to act as though he would attack Zhao Dong.
Zhao Dong, who had just suffered losses, began to fear ng Zhang after witnessing his display of power. This was Taiyi Sect's territory, surrounded by Taiyi Sect mbers. He worried that if ng Zhang turned violent, he might kill them both to prevent any leaks of information.
"Sect Master ng, my family is aware of my visit here," Zhao Dong hurriedly stabilized the situation, while secretly activating a talisman. A water dragon appeared from the talisman and rushed toward Fang ng, blocking the flas directed at Zhao Dong.
"Brother Fang, co to my side quickly," Zhao Dong called anxiously.
Taking this opportunity, Zhao Dong and Fang ng quickly fled the scene.
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