"Let me tell you, having numbers really does mean you can do whatever you want!"
"Ha! Didn't you bully me back then because I was all alone? The wheel turns. Why are you acting so outraged?"
Zhao Gongming looked at the Twelve Golden Immortals, already rubbing his hands together, eager to give it a try.
Hadn't these people bullied him with their numbers back then?
Today, he had finally gotten his chance!
"Zhao Gongming!"
Guangchengzi's expression hardened as he looked at Zhao Gongming.
"Today, I'll make sure none of you leave alive!"
"What a boastful tone. Just what one would expect from a Chan Sect disciple!"
Yunxiao spoke, raising her delicate brows.
"Indeed, indeed. Every single Chan Sect disciple is quite something!"
"Ha! I'd like to see exactly how he plans to make sure we leave but never return!"
"Hurry up, hurry up! I can hardly wait!"
Everyone found it amusing. Had the Chan Sect hidden away for a few days and started thinking they were capable again?
But the next moment—
A powerful aura appeared, immense beyond compare.
"A quasi-saint?"
Zhao Gongming and the others turned grave, all raising their heads to look in one direction.
"Randeng!"
Seeing the figure slowly emerge, everyone cried out in alarm.
"So that was where Guangchengzi got his confidence. Randeng was here!"
"Guangchengzi, did you call for your elders because you couldn't win?"
"Damn it! Can't you afford to lose?"
Everyone was deeply indignant. They truly could not stand losing, so they had directly sent out the Chan Sect's Vice Sect Master?
"Randeng, do you truly intend to interfere in a matter between disciples of the two sects?"
Zhao Gongming's expression was unfriendly as he looked at Randeng.
Whether in cultivation or status, Randeng far surpassed everyone present.
For him to act now