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The seven fat men stood in a row, glaring at the Taoist priest in front of them.

The Taoist priests were seemingly dumbfounded by the recent happenings. They wore strange expressions with closed mouths and everyone had their eyes on the flying sword-wielding green-robed leader of the Taoist priests. The leader had a confident smile. With his eyes squinting, it was almost as if he dozed off, unperturbed by the happenings in front of him.

The fat men brandished their appalling great knives. Their eyes scanned through each of the Taoist priests’ faces, undecided who to strike first. One of the fat men asked Wen Leyang softly, "Which one should we go for?"

Wen Leyang replied, "Hit whoever that makes the first noise!" Wen Leyang turned and ran towards the four elders. Wei Mo also jumped down from one of the fat men’s shoulder, looked around and hid among the Wen family.