Familiar

Alex wasn't sure when his sword was out, or when he initiated an attack. By the time he was done, his sword slash flew toward Zhao Boqin, who had to quickly swerve to defend himself.

The attack he had been about to release flew off somewhere else and did not hit the woman cultivating on the mountaintop.

Everyone stared at Alex, not a few with swords in their hand ready to do the same. Alex had only done it quicker.

Zhao Boqin's glaring eyes landed on Alex, his face slowly twisting in anger. "What is the meaning of this?" he demanded. He did not care who he demanded it of.

A few people moved backward out of their fear of the man as his aura flared a little.

Alex stood where he was and looked at the man unblinkingly. "You were about to attack a person that was in the middle of a breakthrough," Alex said. "Not just anyone but someone from your battalion. Don't you see what is wrong with that?"