"Young man, listen to my advice. While you're still young, hurry up and find a job. Don't wait until you're old and have accomplished nothing, only to shrink into your dilapidated house and shed tears alone."
As they spoke, the Kalami men's punches and kicks never stopped, making a series of "smack" and "thud" sounds.
The martial artist was on the verge of tears, cursing inwardly: "Damn it, how could I, the dignified flag bearer of the Nine Netherworld God Palace, the Crimson-Faced Ghost Fiend Sima Zhen, be bullied by such a bunch of little karami?"
"Stop fighting! Everyone stop fighting!"
Sima Zhen shouted loudly,
"You bunch of ants, you'd better open your dog eyes and see who I am!"
Upon hearing this, Karami immediately shut up and then picked up his lamp to examine the object closely.
Bang~
As a result, after watching it, he immediately kicked again.
"Do I even know you? You really scared me."
"It seems this beggar is quite defiant."
"Hey, I've got a short temper, I'm going to beat him into submission today."
Punches and kicks rained down on Sima Zhen once more.
"I am Sima Zhen!!!"
It's so frustrating, so incredibly frustrating.
Sima Zhen vowed that once the Nine Netherworlds were unsealed, he would turn these beasts into a furnace to vent his anger.
Upon hearing this, the Karami did not stop; instead, they became even more ruthless.
"Damn it, of all people to impersonate, why did you have to impersonate our wise and mighty Standard Commander?"
"It seems you've already found a way to die!"
"Enough talk, just wipe them out."
Just as the group of Karami were about to strike, the Divine Water Pavilion suddenly emitted a soul-capturing bell sound.
"Stop it, all of you! He's the flag bearer. Bring him in."
The Karami were instantly dumbfounded, staring blankly at Sima Zhen, whom they had beaten into a mangled mess on the ground.
Oh no, this is a huge problem.
"Hurry up and bring them in!"
Upon hearing the loud noise, the several Karami didn't dare to think too much and quickly lifted the dying Sima Zhen, escorting him into the Divine Water Pavilion.
Not far away, Liang Hao and his two companions watched the scene unfold and smiled knowingly.
"Amitabha!"
Fahai silently recited a Buddhist chant.
"Such a pavilion must contain many treasures and blessings. It's not unreasonable for this humble monk to ask for alms along the way."
Liang Hao: "Enough with the nonsense. Now that we've found their meeting place, let's take down this den of iniquity as well."
Linghu Ming drew his Qinggan sword: "Let the name of my Court of Justice resound throughout Chang'an."
Just as the three old men were planning to do something big, Mu Qiuyao, who was standing on the top floor of the Hongyan Tower in Chang'an, also set her sights on the Shenshui Pavilion.
"It seems that things are really turbulent in Chang'an. That slut Yu Xiyan actually has the mood to hold a wedding. How wonderful it would be if she died in the Demon Realm."
Composing herself, Mu Qiuyao adopted a serious expression.
"Let these three old men scout ahead first, and I'll secretly protect them. Consider it repaying the boy a favor."
Inside the Divine Water Pavilion, Sima Jun, a fourth-rank Saint, sat in the chief seat, utterly shocked as she watched Sima Zhen, who was foaming at the mouth and half-dead.
"Tell me, who injured you like this? As far as I know, there is no one in the entire city of Chang'an who can match you."
Sima Zhen's face was deathly pale: "A guy who's really good at showing off ruined the entire red-light district we arranged in Chang'an."
This person's cultivation is quite impressive; even someone as strong as me couldn't withstand a single blow.
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