"You're shouting at Lu Xingze, 'Second senior brother, do you even care about martial morality? You don't hit a ghost in the face!'"
"Hmph." Lu Xingyan pursed his lips, unaffected by his taunting.
He swung his fists fast as shooting stars, aiming punch after punch squarely at Fangtong's face.
"Wuuu, second senior brother, stop hitting me, I admit... I was wrong—"
He tried to admit his mistake, but before he could finish the wrong word, his mouth was met with another hard punch from Lu Xingze.
"Wuuu..."
Second senior brother, I really won't dare anymore!
Stop hitting me. Even a ghost would die again!
Holding a grape, Lu Xingyan counted each of Lu Xingze's punches that fell one after another in unison with the Old Sixth System in his heart.
Only after Lu Xingze had dealt sixty-six punches did Lu Xingyan speak out to stop him, "Okay, okay, that's enough for now, Yu Huai knows he was wrong."