Having said that.
His tone turned cold, angrily saying, "Damn it, this is going too far... I already spared the Trickster Sect people a bit, and now they dare to go against my friends?"
Yet, he couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity in his heart.
It was true that Pang Sihua, the old man, had died.
As for the remaining middle-aged man, he was not even a martial arts grandmaster, and he did not possess any esoteric arts. Ma Long had already cultivated into a Yin deity and stepped into the Night Wandering Realm, equivalent to the level of a red-robed fierce ghost. How had the man managed to capture Ma Long's Yin deity?
This...
Even if he had captured it, he shouldn't be able to defeat Ma Long's Yin deity, right?
Upon seeing Xu Yang's anger, the ghosts who were queuing up to receive their "passing money" trembled with fear. After providing Xu Yang with another wave of merit, they dispersed into the streets.
