"Hmph! Didn't you receive the true teachings from the Immortal? Make some more!"
Old Li flexed his wrist and lifted the gaunt old man, "It's all your fault! You pretend to be mystical, oppress the common people, and abduct women, committing too many heinous deeds. That's why the Immortal doesn't trust me and refused to pass down Magic to me!"
Zheng Lang was in a panic, both angry and desperate, waving his bony arms in struggle, "I'll fight you! Where are the followers of the Spiritual Sect? Spiritual Sect... Quickly protect the Sect Leader!"
Just as he shouted the first phrase, Old Li punched him solidly in the stomach, causing him to gasp and shout intermittently in pain.
If those men carrying the sedan chair hear the commotion and come, they could easily subdue Old Li, at least he won't be able to beat him to death!
