Dong Ping twisted his mouth and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, a smile crept onto his lips, slowly spreading until he burst into maniacal laughter, "This is hardly your style, is it an old injury flaring up? Or are you so old you can't manage a second shot? Did you really think you could hide from the heroes of the world with your demonic possession? Didn't you ever consider that my establishing my own sect was to save your face and give you a way out? Must I wait for all those enemies you've made over the years to come knocking and flatten Lianhuan Fort before you would quit?"
"You're old now, it's time to let go!"
"If you keep on hogging everything, you'll only burst!"
As his words fell, led by Jin Cheng, people from Lianhuan Fort cursed him loudly for his ingratitude and ruthlessness.
However, the gazes of many onlookers in the arena turned strange, shifting back and forth between Dong Ping and Li Changjiang.
