Golden Armored Corpse

True Dragon Tamer and the others returned to the mine tunnel. In their first clash, they had already lost one Golden Core combatant, and no one looked pleased.

True Dragon Tamer and True Man Fei Yu said nothing, but True Man Yan Yang could not swallow this anger.

Pointing at Luo Jiuyou's nose, he cursed, "How did the Netherworld Sect pick such trash to be its sect master? Back at Sanhe Market, you were beaten by the Zhao Clan like a dog driven from its home.

"This time, we accommodated you and did not make you deal with the Zhao Clan.

"Yet against a mere junior of the Wang Clan, you did not even have the strength to fight back.

"If True Dragon Tamer had not helped you, you would have been slaughtered by that Wang brat.

"In the first clash, you lost a fourth-rank high-grade refined corpse. How much family wealth does your Netherworld Sect have left to squander like this?"

Zhong Zhenyang and Luo Jiuyu had nothing to say either. Their own inheritance had been restrained so thoroughly that speaking of it would only bring shame.

True Dragon Tamer stepped forward to smooth things over. "There was nothing to be done. Who could have expected that Wang brat to restrain the Netherworld Sect's inheritance so completely?

"In the next battle, Fellow Daoist Luo should deal with Gu Chengfeng instead.

"He is an Earth Attribute body cultivator and does not particularly restrain the Netherworld Sect's inheritance.

"Leave that Wang brat to Fellow Daoist Yan Yang. You are also a body cultivator, so you need not fear the Golden Crow's flames so greatly."

The two both nodded in agreement.

True Dragon Tamer asked again, "Fellow Daoist Zhong, did you feel that Wang brat's spells were abnormally powerful?

"When I struck