Inside Battle Soul Hall, Hall Master Bi Ze wore a grim expression. Battle Soul Hall's Left Grand Chief Priest Xi Mo, Right Grand Chief Priest Dalan Tai, the Moon Priest Sima Yan and Pi Zhilong, who had just been injured and thoroughly defeated, along with several Sun Priests and core personnel currently present in Battle Soul Hall, all looked grave.
"Tell me, if that Ye Zhen comes knocking again tomorrow and blocks the gates of Battle Soul Hall, how should we deal with him?" Bi Ze asked helplessly.
At first, Bi Ze had thought that Ye Zhen's visit today was merely to vent his anger and take out his resentment on Battle Soul Hall.
Who could blame them when Ye Zhen was such a freak and Battle Soul Hall was simply inferior in skill?
Bi Ze could only pinch his nose and swallow today's humiliation.
Still, it had come as a surprise that their refusal to lease Ye Zhen the avatar of the Myriad Bones Samsara Seal had provoked such enormous fury from him.
But the angrier Ye Zhen was, the more it proved that they had done the right thing.
From that perspective, Battle Soul Hall had lost face, but Ye Zhen had actually lost substance.
Yet the words Ye Zhen had spoken when they shut the hall gates had given Bi Ze a terrible fright.
Especially since Ye Zhen had said he would give away a mysterious gift worth fifty thousand High-grade Spirit Stones. Just thinking about it, there would certainly be even more priests coming tomorrow to watch the spectacle.
In other words, Ye Zhen had not been joking.
Battle Soul Hall could play the turtle and hide its head once. Twice would be barely acceptable. But a third time, they would truly become turtles hiding their