"Not bad! Not bad! Now that's more like it, isn't it?"
Qin Shaofeng offered a round of encouragement, yet did not forget to keep shouting toward Jin Yun, "You old bastard from the Jin family, is this all the damn skill you've got? You can't even handle a young brat in his twenties. Aren't you ashamed?"
"Bastard! Shut your mouth!"
Jin Yun was so furious that the three corpse gods practically leaped in rage.
"Shut your sister!"
Qin Shaofeng only felt that his insults were too mild, afraid Jin Yun would refuse to give it his all. His curses grew ever more vicious. "You old thing are such worthless trash. Living, you waste air; dead, you waste land. If I were you, I'd have smashed my head against a wall long ago. How could I have the face to live this long?"
"Bastard! Bastard!"
Jin Yun had been a towering figure for far too many years.
Even when he was young, there had been a time when people called him a dandy.
After so many years, however, he had long forgotten all the words for cursing people. All he could do was keep repeating, "Bastard."
Yet the moves in his hands grew increasingly vicious.
The battle continued, but its intensity rose to another level once again.
Qin Shaofeng still wore that indifferent expression.
Yet Old Ghost Chen Xing's worries only grew deeper.
And just as Qin Shaofeng had feared, by this moment, a large number of people had already arrived nearby.
Not one of them was willing to come any closer.
After staring at the battlefield for a while, every one of them began to wear strange expressions.
"Mr. Liu, what... what is going on here?"
Someone could not help asking the person beside him.
"This matter... this matter..."
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