Lei Wanjun was clearly there to cause trouble, and the area was surrounded by onlookers.
"The martial arts world of Jiangnan Prefecture has always been overshadowed by Langya Prefecture, and now even Dongfang Sheng has to keep his tail between his legs."
"If one's skills are inferior to others, what can one do?"
"Of the dozens of prefectures in the entire Dongsheng Prefecture, Jiangnan Prefecture is the worst in the martial arts world."
"It seems that Lei Wanjun is not going to let Dongfang Sheng off easily today."
"Let's just wait and see what happens."
Dongfang Sheng's face was grim as he stared intently at Lei Wanjun opposite him. Behind him, the Ghost Servant was also watching a bald old man behind Lei Wanjun closely, a flame of hatred burning deep in his eyes, and he was about to step forward.
"Ghost servant, don't act rashly."
"Today is the ceremony for bestowing the title of sect leader; we must prioritize the greater good."
Dongfang Sheng grabbed the ghost servant's wrist and whispered his advice.
The ghost servant gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and said in a trembling voice.
"Master, I'm alright."
Dongfang Sheng knew that the ghost servant had a blood feud with the bald old man opposite him.
But now is clearly not the time for revenge.
If a disturbance occurs, it will inevitably affect Ye Feng's conferment ceremony.
They wanted to settle things peacefully, but the other party refused.
Lei Wanjun grinned maliciously and tilted his head as he spoke.
"What's wrong? It seems like Ghost Servant has a problem with our Zhu San."
"In that case, why not let the two of them have a good spar?"
After saying that, he gave a wink to the bald old man behind him.
The bald old man was already impatient. His eyes flashed with a fierce light. He twisted his neck and walked over with his short, thick, bow-legged legs.
Dongfang Sheng understood that Lei Wanjun wanted to use this opportunity to stir up trouble.
He naturally wouldn't let the other party succeed, and said in a deep voice.
"Lei Wanjun, today is a great day for our sect leader's conferment ceremony. I advise you not to cause trouble."
Lei Wanjun squinted and said with an irritating look on his face.
"Sect Master?"
"What sect's leader?"
Dongfang Sheng raised his voice and said loudly.
"Jiangnan Prefecture, Blood Mist Gate!"
"Ha ha!"
Lei Wanjun burst into laughter.
"I've never heard of this bullshit Blood Fog Gate."
Then, he deliberately asked his many subordinates behind him.
Have you heard of it?
His men burst into laughter.
"Never heard of it."
"It's probably just a game for kids playing house."
"More like 'weakling gate'."
"Ha ha!"
Their laughter sounded very harsh.
Lei Wanjun shook his head and continued speaking.
"I just had my men demonstrate, Dongfang Sheng, don't be so nervous, okay?"
"Of course, if your people are scared, then forget it."
"Anyway, the martial arts world of your Jiangnan Prefecture is no match for our Langya Prefecture. A bad soldier makes a bad general and a bad army."
He shook his head, patted Zhu San on the shoulder, and said insincerely.
"Zhu San, let it go. They're all cowards. Don't bother with them. Give them a chance to play dumb. Let's go."
Zhu San looked at the ghost servant, licked his lips, and laughed.
"Ghost Head, your daughter is really radiant."
"Ha ha."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Behind him, the ghost servant was furious, his eyes were bloodshot, his chest was heaving violently, and he roared shrilly.
"Sir, I'm sorry, I just couldn't hold back anymore."
"ah!"
"Zhu San, you beast, I'm going to kill you—"
The ghost servant roared and charged towards Zhu San like lightning.
In an instant, the two were locked in combat.
The two sides exchanged blows, and the battle was extremely fierce.
The Ghost Servant's first move was a killing blow, clearly aimed at taking Zhu San down with him.
"Zhu San, today it's either you or me who dies."
"I'll fight you to the death to avenge my daughter!"
Zhu San's eyes flashed with malice as he sneered disdainfully.
“Ghost servant, you have no right to say that to me.”
He was an eighth-grade Earth Realm martial artist, while the Ghost Servant was only a seventh-grade Earth Realm martial artist, a difference of one level.
Therefore, as soon as the two sides clashed, the ghost servant was at a disadvantage and was forced to retreat step by step, even taking a punch to the shoulder.
Later, Dongfang Sheng saw this scene and became very anxious, feeling worried for the ghost servant.
In this situation, if he makes a move, then Lei Wanjun will definitely make a move as well.
If two experts at the Heavenly Realm were to fight, the scene would be earth-shattering, and the entire clubhouse would be razed to the ground.
How can the conferment ceremony be held then?
So he could only pray silently for the ghost servant, hoping that he would be alright.
Thump thump thump—
The ghost servant was punched several times in succession, his chest caved in, and he coughed up several mouthfuls of blood.
Despite his injuries, his eyes grew increasingly crazed.
He seemed to have fallen into a state of frenzy.
"Ah, Zhu San, I'll fight you to the death!"
After saying that, he took out a spirit explosion bomb from his pocket, triggered the runes on its surface, and then rushed towards Zhu San without regard for his own safety.
Zhu San's expression suddenly changed.
"You fucking crazy."
If this spirit bomb explodes, he will be severely injured even if he doesn't die.
"Go to hell!"
Zhu San kicked the ghost servant away with a heavy kick.
Like a kite with a broken string, the ghost servant spat out several mouthfuls of blood in mid-air, still clutching the spirit bomb in his hand.
The runes on the surface of the spirit bomb were flashing rapidly, and it looked like it was about to explode.
No one expected that the Ghost Servant would be so fierce, causing the situation to deteriorate to this point.
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