Zhang Guangzheng was still spewing insults, mostly about how the great sects monopolized resources.
They could become immortals without lifting a finger, with endless miraculous pills to swallow and countless divine abilities and spells to learn.
Cultivation was a struggle. He had only lost because he lacked powerful backing.
If he had the same resources as Zhang Chengdao, he could have beaten him to death without breaking a sweat, and so on.
He also accused Dragon-Tiger Mountain of hypocrisy. Why wouldn't they make their exquisite techniques available to every cultivator in the world?
"Which sect are you a disciple of?"
Zhang Chengdao abruptly interrupted him.
"Hahaha-cough, cough... cough, cough, cough!" Zhang Guangzheng suddenly burst into wild laughter. After barely suppressing his violent coughing, he sneered, "What? Want to take revenge on my sect?
"So this is what an orthodox sect does!
"Too bad. I've been blessed with great fortune. When I was gathering herbs in my youth, I stumbled into a cave and obtained an ancient inheritance."
He twitched the corner of his mouth, a venomous gleam in his eyes.
"I know you want my inheritance, don't you?
"I've already destroyed it. All that's left is in my head.
"I placed a curse seal on the inheritance. Even if your Dragon-Tiger Mountain can search souls and seize spirits, don't dream of extracting those memories without destroying the seal."
Zhang Guangzheng's grin grew wider and wider, the smile on his face increasingly disgusting. Zhang Xiao almost wanted to go over and slap him.
"If you want it, get on your knees and beg... no... no, that's letting you off too easily."
As though possessed, Zhang Guangzheng trembled all over and muttered to himself.
"Yes, kill people! Go kill people! Men, women, old, young-kill 999 people! Bring them here and kill them