Prisoner No. 199's eyes welled up with a blood-red tint, he gritted his teeth and said, "Of course he's tough to deal with, he's a disciple of Withered Bone Pavilion, and only they would do that ghostly thing to their bodies. Even one-on-one, I'm not sure I could beat him. Letting him go earlier was like releasing a tiger back into the wild."
"Hiss—" Sky No. 84 also looked in the direction the two had left, his tone changing as well, "Disciples of Withered Bone Pavilion... damn, how did these neither-human-nor-ghost creatures also come to join in the fun?"
"Is Withered Bone Pavilion that strong?" Yang Xiao asked out of curiosity.
"Kid, you dare wander into the world of martial arts without even having heard of Withered Bone Pavilion?" Having been suppressed by Yang Xiao all this way, Prisoner No. 199 finally found an opportunity for revenge, immediately mocking him. Yang Xiao's question only confirmed his belief that he was dealing with a greenhorn.
