Luo Ji glanced at Wang Lin, then said coldly, "Little girl, you have a sharp tongue."
Anywhere else, he would have killed anyone who dared speak to him like that with a single palm strike.
Still, Luo Ji could also tell that the girl before him was no weakling. She probably had some backing.
He had just seen Lang Tao come over to make trouble for them, so he had decided to come over and stir things up again.
Luo Ji knew Lang Tao's character very well. He was a cautious man. If he still dared provoke youngsters like these, it certainly was not his own idea. Most likely, his master had put him up to it.
Having been kept down by Lang Tao all these years and relegated to fourth place, he was willing to take any opportunity to disgust Lang Tao or cause him trouble.
Lang Tao's face darkened. Anyone would feel displeased at being called a hypocrite.
But he said nothing more. Instead, he walked over to the man in charge and said, "We're applying for a Deathmatch in the Main Arena."
"You're applying too?" the man in charge asked Cheng Duanjin. "Once you enter the Main Arena, life and death are of no account. You're still young. Don't act too rashly. Why not think it over again?"
In his view, Cheng Duanjin was far too young. How could he possibly be a match for Lang Tao?
Although he addressed Lang Tao as a great hero, as an official of the Imperial Court, he knew these people of the Jianghu fairly well. Just as this "Blood Ghost" Luo Ji had said, who knew how many shady deeds they had committed in secret?
Now Lang Tao was openly challenging someone to a match, which looked perfectly honorable. But