"If one of you can't beat me, you need two of you to take me on? Why don't all four of you elders come at me together?" I couldn't help raising my voice. Actually, these people were remarkably united when dealing with outsiders, but as an outsider, I couldn't take it.
Chu Han looked around, then smiled. "This was supposed to be a friendly spar, but there's something strange about you, kid. Relying on the fact that you have a ghost-immortal master, you must have used some secret technique. How could we blindly fall for it? Unless you can beat both of us!"
"Exactly! Who knows what treasure you used just now!" Liu Dahe burst out laughing, pointing at my horsetail whisk.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... Shameless. Fine, come on, come on, both of you attack together. I'm only a late-stage Dao-Seeker. At most, I'll just get bullied by two late-stage Ghost Kings. It's no big deal!" On someone else's turf, nothing I said would matter. The bigger fist was the real hard truth.
After the woman surnamed Li helped Lu Dingtian to his feet, there was a trace of sympathy in her eyes when she looked at me. The cheers from the other disciples had also vanished, replaced by puzzled expressions.
Ghosts had their good and bad sides. Once they reached the level of Ghost King, their intelligence was fully developed, and of course they understood human feelings and reason. A late-stage expert bullying a late-stage opponent was already extremely unfair. Now, two late-stage experts were bullying one person—it was simply unheard of. No wonder the disciples of the sect had immediately split into two camps of supporters.
However, those supporting me remained silent, causing the scene to fall quiet for a moment.
When Liu Dahe and Chu Han heard