The Cruel Truth

Ming Disha struck out with three rapid palms, sending the three members of the Bai family crashing to the ground and coughing up blood.

"I've placed seals inside your bodies. For a while from now on, you absolutely won't be able to wield strength above the Ghost Four Gates. Nothing to say now, right?"

"My three martial nephews are also at the Heavenly Four Gates level. A fair duel—let's see whose martial arts are stronger. What do you say?"

Bai Mengyi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "What if we win?"

"Then you're stronger. We'll honor the wager, and I'll take these three back to continue their training. You can go your own way."

Bai Mengyi frowned tightly. "Why not make the stakes bigger?"

"Oh? How?"

"If we win, hand these three over to us to take back to the Bai family for interrogation. Of course, if we determine that they have nothing to do with the matter we're investigating, we'll release them properly and compensate them."

Ming Disha said, "And if you lose?"

Bai Mengyi said, "The three of us will leave our three heads here."

Ming Disha laughed. "If I wanted your heads, I could take them myself. Why the hell would I gamble on that? What a bunch of lunatics. Lu Chengwen, how did you put it? That line for dealing with this kind of situation."

"You're dreaming!"

"Right!" Ming Disha pointed at them. "Keep dreaming!"

"Are you afraid that Tianyuan Sect's martial arts aren't good enough to beat us?" Bai Mengyi began provoking him.

"Tianyuan Sect's martial arts can't beat trash like you!?"

Lu Chengwen hurriedly reminded him, "They're provoking you again, Martial Uncle. Don't pay them any attention. Just beat them to death directly. Let's see what they can do about it!"