"You've gone too far! Why would the Ghost King Sect take the blame for such a wicked reputation on behalf of you two brats?" The Ghost King felt ignored and couldn't stand it anymore.
"I'll give you a copy when the time comes!" Zhang Xiaofan replied without even looking up.
"Deal!" The Ghost King, who had still been fuming a moment ago, answered the instant Zhang Xiaofan finished speaking. His words rang out with force, leaving no room for doubt.
Zhang Xiaofan showed no reaction. But the people lying on the ground around them cursed inwardly one after another.
"Shameless!"
"Despicable!"
"Scum!"
"Two peas in a pod!"
Several hours later, the people on the ground gradually got back to their feet. Their first instinct wasn't to demand their manuals back from the Ghost King and the others—though, of course, not everyone carried their manuals with them. Those who got up first wanted only to flee, to put as much distance as possible between themselves and the "Two Mountains."
Hadn't they seen the Ghost King and the two people standing beside him?
Earlier, a powerful Loose Cultivator senior had just regained a little strength when he pointed at the two young-looking men and started cursing them. His words were so vicious that he even dragged the Ghost King into it.
Then, perhaps because the Ghost King felt he'd lost face, he and Zhang Xiaofan attacked at the same time, two strikes flying toward the Loose Cultivator.
The Ghost King's strike killed the still-weakened Loose Cultivator outright, while after Zhang Xiaofan's attack, a flash of green and red light faded, leaving only a dry skeleton in its place—not even a scrap of skin remained.
"Good grief! We're doomed!"
Anyone who managed to stand up afterward would run for their life at