The steward clutched his eye, kicked Zhao Ritian away, and roared, "What the hell are you laughing at? Beat him!"
The crowd swarmed him, pinned Zhao Ritian down, and started hammering away.
Zhao Ritian felt that he might have been betrayed. A fury at being betrayed blazed up inside him!
With a roar, he sent more than a dozen men flying in all directions.
Ma Bucun was horrified!
This guy clearly only had strength around the Four Gates level, while all these experts of mine were at the initial Anti-Four Gates level!
Not only did they have a level advantage, they outnumbered him by more than ten to one!
What was going on?!
The dozen or so men who had been thrown back were equally shocked.
Long Aotian snapped, smashing a cup with a bang. "You useless trash! Where was all that skill you had when you were beating me!? Hit him! Fuck! A bunch of worthless idiots—more than ten of you can't beat one guy!? How do you even have the nerve to stay alive!?"
Zhao Ritian flew into a rage. "Shit-Spraying Dragon, just you wait! Once I kill them, I'll kill you too!"
Before he could finish, the more than ten experts, deeply ashamed, rushed back in and pinned him down for another beating.
For one thing, beating Long Aotian earlier had already exhausted them.
For another, this Benevolent God's Return was no weaker than that King's Aura just now!
As they beat him, the group groaned inwardly!
What kind of people were these two!?
Their brains might not work, but their true qi was tough as hell!
If they had decent brains, would they need to suffer like this? Train for a few more years and they would definitely become Elites of the Jianghu, with limitless futures!