The two brothers, Jing Wufa and Jing Wudao, arrived under Netherworld City.
The Black Armor middle-aged man on the city wall looked coldly at them, mockery filling his eyes.
"Did you two come back here to seek death?"
Jing Wufa sneered, "Yeah, it's a pity we are standing right here, and you can only watch but don't dare to come out and kill us."
"Coward, come out and kill us if you have the guts."
"Ah, as expected, you're a cowardly turtle. Come on out and battle with me for three hundred rounds."
"Coward, come out. Come on, kill us."
The Jing brothers kept taunting.
The Black Armor man looked at them coldly, suddenly letting out a cold laugh:
"Two clowns, do you really think such childish tricks can lure me out?"
"Stop wasting your effort and breath. Get lost as far as you can."
"If you like to curse, then go ahead and curse as much as you like here."
"Someone, bring me a table and some drinks. I'll just sit here and watch them curse."
