"Haha, so what if I, Yang Xiao, don't become Cult Leader? Why not invite you, Zhou Dian, to take the seat and turn our Ming Cult crazy and upside down? Let it fall upside down and go mad for a while.
Then I'd like to see exactly how the Ming Cult would perish in your hands."
The moment Yang Xiao finished speaking, Zhou Dian said, "Bullshit! Utter dog-shit bullshit from your turtle bastard!"
"Enough. Let's not talk about that. In any case, I, Leng Qian, will never agree to let Yang Xiao serve as acting Cult Leader again." The speaker had a stern face, thick brows, large eyes, and a beard covering his face.
As soon as he finished, the two beside him chimed in. "Right. I, Zhang Zhong, think the same."
"That's right. I, Monk Peng, think so too."
Of these two, one was dressed as a monk, somewhat plump and ordinary-looking.
The other was dressed as a Daoist, with a foot-long head of dark green hair, a swarthy complexion, and an iron crown on his head.
By this point, all six men had lost their tempers. Their inner strength clashed without reservation, and the true qi spilling from them had become a chaotic tangle.
At that moment, Zhou Dian shivered and said, "Bat King Wei, why is your Cold-Ice Cotton Palm landing on me? It's freezing."
"Nonsense! I clearly struck Yang Xiao." Hearing Zhou Dian's words, Wei Yixiao immediately replied.
Zhou Dian continued, "How am I talking nonsense? If this frigid true qi isn't Bat King Wei's unique Cold-Ice Cotton Palm, then what is it? Don't tell me Yang Xiao learned it too."
"Right, I felt it too," Zhang Zhong agreed.
Hearing the two of them, Wei Yixiao fell silent for a long while before suddenly crying out,