What?!
He actually agreed?!
The Witch King froze for a moment, then wild joy surged through him!
This idiot!
You ignored the road to heaven and forced your way into hell!
Since you're asking to die, don't blame me for showing no mercy!
"Good! You've got guts!"
The Witch King suppressed his delight and clapped his hands, feigning admiration.
"As expected of Yue Changlong's son! You have your father's spirit!"
"Then it's settled!"
Afraid Yue Changlong might change his mind, he immediately sealed the agreement.
Then he turned toward the delighted Witch Gate disciples behind him and shouted, "Young disciples of the Witch Gate, who will fight to restore our honor?!"
"I, Zhu Jiu, am willing to fight for the Witch Gate!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a tall young man with a sinister face stepped forward.
He bowed respectfully to the Witch King, then turned and fixed Yue Xiaofei with a cruel, bloodthirsty stare.
"Kid, you've got courage."
Zhu Jiu rolled his neck, producing a sharp crack.
"But courage is no substitute for strength."
"My name is Zhu Jiu, chief disciple of the Golden Palace of the Sorcerer Sect."
He licked his cracked lips, a vicious smile spreading across his face.
"My favorite thing is to shatter every bone in arrogant geniuses like you, one at a time."
"Then I'll extract your soul and refine it into my new sorcerous artifact."
"That feeling is exquisite!"
His words dripped with provocation and murderous intent.
Yet Yue Xiaofei showed not a trace of fear at the threat.
He simply watched the wildly ranting man in silence, as though looking at an idiot.
"Are you done?"
Yue Xiaofei spoke flatly. "If you're done, hurry up and attack. I'm short on time."
"You!"
Zhu Jiu's expression instantly darkened!
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