"Pursue and exterminate every last one? For Yan Hui's grudge, for Kong Lietian's grudge—did you spare even one person?" Zi Lu said coldly.
It was obvious that Zi Lu had murderous intent. He had come all the way from Lu Territory—wasn't it precisely to kill Zhong Shan?
Inside Yama Hall, Yama King secretly cried out in approval, while no one else thought highly of Zhong Shan.
An Ancestor Immortal—the pinnacle beneath a Saint. Zhong Shan could defeat Ancient Immortals, but before an Ancestor Immortal, he could only be seeking death! Zhong Shan was doomed.
"Since that's the case, then come on. Let me see whether you, Zi Lu, truly have what it takes! After I kill you, will the Confucian Sect send out some even older fellow to avenge you?" Zhong Shan's cold shout came from the distant hall.
Hearing Zhong Shan's words, not just Zi Lu—even the cultivators in all directions—stood gaping in astonishment.
"What did Zhong Shan just say? I didn't hear him clearly!" Yama King said, somewhat incredulous.
"Zhong Shan said he's going to kill Zi Lu!" Lu Pan fawningly explained from the side.
"Has Zhong Shan gone mad?"
...Everyone thought Zhong Shan was joking, but at this moment, no one could laugh.
"Clang!"
With a tremendous boom, the hall where Zhong Shan was staying was forcefully pulled open. Zhong Shan and his party slowly emerged from within.
There was no way to hide. Since that was the case, they could only stake everything on one fight.
"What? You really want to fight me? Haven't you had enough of the suffering from the battle at High Heaven Court?" Zi Lu sneered.
Zhong Shan walked out, and the others followed behind him. Although they stood below, their proud bearing made the cultivators in all directions feel that Zhong