Enraged

The Elder Zhong Chuzi and the younger-looking version of the same man, who I presumed to be Yan Chuzi rushed me with hatred in them never before seen.

The young cultivator who was not even ten years of age, snorted as he immediately teleported in front of me and blocked the Zhong Chuzi's palm strike.

While the muscular cultivator stood in front of Yan Chuzi's sword and blocked it with his own stone club.

The sword strike was strong enough to cause the club wielder to take a single step back, but at the same time sent Yan Chuzi reeling from the vibration of having some of the power of his attack reflected back on him.

"Hoho, that blow, was meant to kill. You're not holding your punches are you," spoke the muscular cultivator.

"Yei Man, why are you interfering?" spoke Elder Zhong.