"Well, well!"
Sha Lifei was amused. "If you can't beat them, just admit it. Scared? Then, say you're scared. But to still talk tough, I've never seen such shamelessness."
Liu Wenchen had a slight chill in his gaze, not bothering to conceal his intent to kill, "And who are you? You have no right to speak here!"
He had read the information on Sha Lifei, who was neither part of the Mystical Sect nor significant in the pugilistic world, so naturally, Liu Wenchen didn't show him any respect.
He said this and then turned his head towards one side, greeting respectfully with cupped hands, "Which one of the Daoist friends will go first to teach them a lesson?"
"It's the old body's turn."
A black-clad old crone slowly stepped forward, hunchbacked and stooped over, even wearing a hood that concealed her face, puffing on a large tobacco pipe spewing clouds of smoke.