"No, I don't want to go to the dungeon, I'm afraid of the dark."

Cheng Kun shouted and screamed as he fell into darkness.

Are you afraid of the dark?

Below, the Golden Lion King's cold yet excited voice rang out, "In the darkness, I rule everything. Cheng Kun, prepare to die."

Cheng Kun was subservient to Lin Bufan, but unleashed a powerful punch against the Golden Lion King.

"You unfilial disciple, I taught you martial arts, and I captured you. How can you possibly defeat me?"

"Hmph, if it weren't for your scheming and trickery with Chen Youliang, how could you have captured me? Considering you are my master, I'll let you hit me three times."

"You said it yourself."

Cheng Kun was overjoyed and swung his fist to strike the Golden Lion King.

The Golden Lion King stood still, letting him unleash three punches, only using his internal energy to resist the force of the blows.

After three punches, the Golden Lion King spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Cheng Kun, three punches have passed. The last bit of master-disciple relationship between us has ended. Now, accept my wrath."

The Phantom Yin Finger struck suddenly, blinding Cheng Kun in both eyes.

"Oh, my eyes! I can't see! I can't see!"

Cheng Kun rolled around in the dungeon, stretching out his hands and groping around in the darkness, staggering from side to side.

I never imagined that I would be defeated by my disciple, by his proud technique, the Illusionary Yin Finger.

"The martial arts you taught me, I'll use them against you, is that too much to ask, you old scoundrel Cheng Kun?"

The Golden Lion King walked step by step toward Cheng Kun.

Above the dungeon, the members of the six major sects and the Ming Cult could only hear continuous screams.

"The Golden Lion King is really fierce."

"Even when blind, he can still kill."

"Judging from Cheng Kun's screams, could it be that a monkey stole his peaches?"

"Serves him right, he defiled the Golden Lion King's wife."

Zhang Wuji lay on the stretcher, struggling to turn his head to look at Lin Bufan, a hint of gratitude appearing in his eyes.

Lin Bufan was quite surprised, but after thinking about it, he could understand Zhang Wuji's feelings.

Zhang Wuji was happy for his adoptive father, who had long been suppressed by hatred. Now that his great revenge had been achieved, he was overjoyed for him.

All of this was facilitated by Lin Bufan.

Therefore, Zhang Wuji reluctantly thanked Lin Bufan on behalf of his godfather.

Seeing Zhang Wuji's expression, Lin Bufan casually took out a pill and flicked it over, which landed squarely in Zhang Wuji's mouth.

"Eat it, it'll make you feel better."

"Pfft~"

Zhang Wuji spat out the pill, his eyes instantly changing to one of anger.

It seems to be saying something like, "I'm really fed up with you, you old fool, you even tried to harm me."

"Hahaha, I won't fall for it." Lin Bufan laughed heartily.