"The Heaven King need not ask; we are merely wandering spirits and wild ghosts, unworthy of your and the other nobles' notice," the man in the White Crane mask said with a light smile.
"Being wandering spirits, you dare to strut about? Aren't you afraid of your souls scattering?" the Western Moon King said, his voice carrying a threat.
"Hehe, there's no need for such words, Heaven King. From the day we donned these masks, we had already disregarded life and death. Today, we have come only to retrieve the ten thousand Pills within the tower. Should the Heaven King obstruct us, we will have no choice but to offend," the man with the White Crane mask spoke calmly.
"You want the Pills? Then leave your three lives behind," the Western Moon King said coldly.
The man with the White Crane mask shook his head and brought his two fingers together. Suddenly, a surge of overwhelming Sword Intent arose from within him.
