Shenxu Daoist struggled to get up from the ground, his hand nursing his face, eyes ablaze with fire.
Half of his black beard had been yanked off, hanging from his face like a clown's. He cursed at Long Fei furiously, "You little punk, you think you're tough? If I don't skin you today, you won't learn who King Yama is!"
Long Fei chuckled, "Shenxu Daoist, monks shouldn't curse!"
"Curse your sister!"
Enraged, Shenxu Daoist grabbed a stick from the side and signaled his goons to surround Long Fei.
Long Fei said nonchalantly to Lin Yingying and her companion, "See, this place is nothing but a den of bandits. The 'immortals' you worship here are probably all metamorphoses of demonic spirits!"
The two exchanged uncertain looks, never expecting such a situation.
Lin Shanshan took out her mobile phone and yelled at Shenxu Daoist, "Don't you dare mess around, if this gets out, nobody's going to have a good time!"
Shenxu Daoist cursed, "Number Two, snatch their phones!"
