"Damn!"
Hearing this, the many officials of the Huaining City branch all changed expression. They had not expected Chang Chi to issue such an order—and to have two Soul Hall elders make a move.
If Zhuo Hao was truly beaten up and captured, this matter would likely blow up completely.
But before Soul Hall elders, they had no room to fight back at all. The gap was simply too great—far too great.
"Serves you right. Serves you right for being so unlucky, kid."
In contrast to the worried Huaining City officials, Tan Bo was secretly delighted. He inwardly sneered that Xia Ping had it coming. If he had not been so arrogant and overbearing, how could he have ended up like this?
He believed this guy was dead for sure.
Although both sides were cultivators at the early Divine Ability Realm, that did not mean their strength was equal. As Soul Hall elders, they had mastered countless secret soul arts of the Soul Hall. The combat power they could unleash was not something a mere branch hall master could compare to.
Not to mention that there were two of them, fighting one man with superior numbers. It was easy to imagine that this fellow's only fate was to be crushed, have all his cultivation crippled, and never again be able to throw his weight around.
"If you walk by the river often enough, how can your shoes stay dry? It's finally your turn to fall." Tan Bo was brimming with pride. He and Zhuo Hao had long been at odds, and seeing this old rival finally suffer a great misfortune filled him with boundless glee.
In a moment, he would step on this kid a few times and vent the resentment he had accumulated over all these years.
**"Golden Bell