The Three Brothers bravely battled Ouyang Zuoheng!
The Ouyang Family members also noticed that their Patriarch was under siege. They charged over one after another, trying to rescue him.
Lu Chengwen was covered in wounds as well. He roared, "Luo Shiyin! Stop them! Senior Disciple Brother, Zhao Ritian, hit that arm! That arm was broken before and was only just reattached! Break it again!"
Zhao Ritian laughed heartily. "I was wondering why he was reluctant to use it. That fist is clearly much weaker! Shit-Spraying Dragon, wait for your chance and spray his eyes!"
"Alright!" Long Aotian roared, then came to his senses. "What the hell are you talking about!?"
Hua Xuening tossed Gentleman's Snow to Lu Chengwen. Catching it, Lu Chengwen roared, "Tie him down! Keep him tied down!"
Ouyang Zuoheng was also covered in injuries. After being beaten by the Three Brothers, there was hardly an uninjured spot left on his body.
Now, with two men restraining him, he was furious beyond measure. "I'll slaughter you pieces of trash!"
Zhao Ritian roared, "You and Long Aotian are the pieces of trash!"
Long Aotian roared, "That's right!"
With a flick of his blade, Lu Chengwen cut off a corner of Long Aotian's clothes.
Long Aotian broke out in a cold sweat. "Watch where you're fucking swinging that thing!"
"Just tell me, was that a vicious cut or not!?"
Zhao Ritian shouted, "Cut that old bastard Ouyang first! There'll be plenty of chances to cut Long Aotian later!"
Long Aotian was about to explode with rage. "Can you two be serious!?"
Ouyang Zuoheng punched Long Aotian in the face. "Long Aotian, get lost! I'll pretend you were never here!"
Long Aotian covered his nose. "Fuck, Lu Chengwen couldn't even bring himself to say something that stupid!"
"Then don't blame me!"