Finally, Wang San was knocked down, and Chen Muxue was also weary from the fight.
"Speak, what exactly is the purpose of your Fei Xing Sect infiltrating our mountain?"
The pressure shifted to Li Si.
"If I say I really accidentally took the wrong path, would you believe me?" Li Si cautiously asked.
"I don't believe a word! Stand up straight!" Chen Muxue said loudly, "Face that way, ha!"
Li Si stood straight with a puzzled look on his face.
"Go!"
A pot came down swiftly, in five seconds you're down the mountain, fair for all ages, and anyone who doesn't make it can see Chen Muxue for another round.
"Your turn." Chen Muxue lifted Wang San, who was lying on the ground, "Standing might be a bit easier."
With his eyes somewhat vacant, Wang San only saw a pitch-black iron pot getting larger, his pupils suddenly contracted, and in the next moment, he was airborne, losing consciousness.
Little Hua clicked his tongue in wonder: "Fei Xing Sect is really impressive."
