Besides, that so-called Grandmaster should be arriving soon, right? Jiang Chen glanced back.
Are You Sure Your Theory Is Invincible?
Jiang Chen looked back several times, but he did not see anyone who resembled the Grandmaster.
Just then, the young gatekeeper's words grew even nastier.
"Blue Silver Grass with Innate Full Soul Power? Heh, what a joke. Zombie Martial Soul? A stiff corpse? Hahaha... I'm dying of laughter."
The young man laughed wildly and threw Tang San and Jiang Chen's martial soul certificates onto the ground.
"Holy Soul Village? I think it should be renamed Beggar Village. It suits your poor, shabby appearance perfectly," the young man sneered.
He had already hinted at it several times, but unfortunately, Old Jack simply did not get it. He did not doubt the two certificates; he merely wanted to squeeze some money out of them.
When he heard the young man insult Holy Soul Village, Old Jack instantly became furious.
"What did you say?" His hunched back suddenly straightened as he glared furiously at the young man.
Holy Soul Village was his pride. Being born there was his honor. He could not bear to hear anyone insult it.
"What, you want to fight me? Come on, hit me. I could give you all the courage in the world—would you dare lay a hand on me?" The young man sneered repeatedly, his anger already provoked by this stubborn old man.
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and moved to shove Old Jack in the chest.
Old Jack was frail with age. One shove like that would surely send him tumbling to the ground.
Tang San and Jiang Chen both surged with anger and struck at the same time, but Jiang Chen was slightly faster, grabbing the young man's hand first.
Tang San