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"Get lost!"
Lee Yifann gave him a cold glance. "You are just relying on your family. Without your family, what do you think you are? Coincidentally, this old thing is also in the 12th District. This time, I will do it in front of you. I will do it myself. Kill him! I will not let go of anyone you send! I will destroy the capital you are so proud of one by one! "
Their previous actions had thoroughly pissed him off. Otherwise, he would not have been so ruthless.
Lee Shengwei and the others were just about to flare up when the judge's voice sounded.
"The second match, Taoist Tu Su against Zang Wangshan. Participants, please go on stage!"
This voice interrupted the angry atmosphere of the Lee Family. Lee Shengwei coldly snorted, "You go on!"
Taoist Tu Su glanced at Lee Yifann with disdain, then walked towards the ring.
"Grandfather..." Zang Xiaoque looked at Taoist Tu Su who went to the ring. When she thought of what Lee Yifann said before, she was not as confident as before.
Zang Wangshan took a deep breath, "No matter what, I have to avenge those hundred over dead souls! Even if it means risking my life!"
Immediately, he resolutely charged onto the arena, facing death with no fear.
Seeing Zang Wangshan really go on stage, Lee Yifann shook his head and sighed, "You've already advised me like this, but you're still stubborn. Little girl, this time, you really have to live alone in this world."
"Why did you curse my grandfather so many times? Did my grandpa offend you?" Zang Xiaoque was very angry.
"I didn't curse him. Old thief Tu Su's strength is not as simple as a Later Period of Nascent Infant Stage. Yesterday, Old Master Mu had only used the eighth grade Ardent Sun Talisman. Logically speaking, even a Later Period of Nascent Infant Stage should have some injuries. However, I've just observed that there aren't any injuries on this old thief's body. It could be seen that his strength was even stronger than an ordinary Later Period of Nascent Infant Stage. Do you really think that your grandfather can defeat such an opponent?" Lee Yifann shook his head and sighed.
Zang Xiaoque began to worry. She clenched her fists and looked at the ring. In her heart, she kept praying that nothing would happen to Zang Wangshan.
On the ring, the battle had begun.
"Old man Tu Su, today is the day you die!"
When enemies met, their eyes would turn red. Zang Wangshan immediately unleashed his full power, releasing his aura without holding anything back.
"Argh! It's Ma Lai's representative, the expert invited by the Guang Family, Senior Zang!"
Someone recognized Zang Wangshan's identity, and they all cried out in alarm.
"Who was the one who fought Senior Zang? Why did he look so unfamiliar?"
"I heard that he's a representative of the America called Taoist Tu Su."
"This person looks very strong, but when faced with Senior Zang's firepower, he's actually so calm and relaxed. Could it be that his strength is even above Senior Zang's?"
"How is this possible? You think too much, maybe he's just pretending!"
While they were amazed by Zang Wangshan's strength, some of them also noticed that Taoist Tu Su's means were strange. From the beginning to the end, he was very calm, as if he was able to handle Zang Wangshan's attack with ease.
They saw Taoist Tu Su holding a strange plate in his hand. There was a needle on the plate. Under the needle, there were some letters. When the needle moved to a new letter, the plate would release a very terrifying black gas.
"The technique used by Qian Xian?" Lee Yifann recognized that thing.
Wei Jiapan.
It was a weapon that was even more terrifying than an ordinary head-dropping technique. It was a tool used by Qian Xian to communicate with souls.
"What's that plate? Why is it so gloomy? It looks so scary."
" You don't even know this thing? It's an evil item used by Spirit Ascension Warlocks!"
"What?! An Ascended Warlock? Those low-ranked Warlocks who deal with ghosts? "
"That's right! This thing is extremely vicious and terrifying. It's said that the black gas contains the power of the Haunted Spirit. "
Someone recognized Taoist Tu Su's means, and they were all frightened out of their wits.
"That's right! Do you remember now?"
"What?"
"This Taoist Tu Su! Don't you remember that ten years ago, a family in Malaysia was wiped out?!"
"Argh... You're talking about that Zang family? That seems to be the case. In the end, only two people from the entire family survived. "
" Are you blind? Didn't you see a few human faces in that Valiant Plate just now? "
"F * ck, don't scare me, I'm timid!"
The crowd quickly exploded into discussion.
At this moment, on the arena, Zang Wangshan was extremely agitated. His eyes were blood red. "You actually refined them into Haunted Spirit! I'll kill you!!"
Zang Xiaoque's tears fell like rain at this moment. She was absolutely not mistaken. Among the human faces released from the Valiant Plate, there were her parents!
Lee Ming and Old Master Mu looked at it with fear and drew in a cold breath.
"Refining a person's soul into a Haunted Spirit... This..." This was the first time Mu Fu had heard of such a vicious method. This had already surpassed the degree of viciousness of an ordinary magician who had lowered his head.
Lee Ming could not bear it. "Young Master Lee, is Senior Zang really unable to win?"
Lee Yifann did not answer. Instead, he turned to look at Lee Shengwei and the others. He saw the indifferent faces of the people from the Lee Family, without the slightest bit of shame. There was even an uneasy look on their faces. His facial expression turned cold. It seemed like he really couldn't have any illusions about this group of beasts!
"Old thing, you want to kill me with just you alone?" Taoist Tu Su's face was filled with a ferocious smile, and his entire body was covered in black Qi. "Once I kill you, I will also refine you into a Haunted Spirit. With a Spiritual Master Haunted Spirit like you, you are much stronger than these ordinary people's Haunted Spirit."
"Don't even think about it!"
Zang Wangshan attacked like a madman. His eyes had already turned red from killing.
The battle between the two was very intense. It made the audience feel satisfied, but Lee Yifann secretly shook his head.
He had already used all of his means and trump cards so early on. He had already lost.
In a battle, whoever used all of their trump cards first would be the one who lost first.
Compared to Zang Wangshan, Taoist Tu Su had only used one technique, the Overload Plate, and he was still able to handle it with ease.
The outcome of the battle was already very obvious.
"Tsk tsk, old man, it's useless even if you don't want to. Once I catch you, I'll catch your granddaughter as well. It just so happens that your family can reunite and become the Haunted Spirit on my Wei Jia plate. Wouldn't that be great? " Taoist Tu Su smiled sinisterly.
As soon as these words came out, many people gasped.
Zang Xiaoque was so scared that her face turned pale.
"Hehe, old thing, haven't you noticed that you have been eroded by my Haunted Spirit?" Taoist Tu Su clicked his tongue and cried out strangely.
"What?"
Zang Wangshan was shocked. Only now did he realize that he was completely out of control, attacking without any regard for his own life. Under normal circumstances, he would never do this.
"If you are controlled by my Haunted Spirit, you will keep fighting. Sooner or later, you will be exhausted and die. I don't even need to make a move. I will just quietly wait for you to die." Taoist Tu Su's scheme had succeeded, and he was extremely pleased with himself.1
"Bang! Bang!"
Zang Xiaoque's legs went limp and she collapsed on the ground. Tears flowed down her face." Grandfather, quickly admit defeat! Don't fight anymore..."
However, at this moment, Zang Wangshan was shocked to find that he could not speak. It was as if an invisible force had grabbed his throat, making him unable to shout out the word "admit defeat."
No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free from the invisible force.
At this moment, he finally understood what Lee Yifann was saying. He was no match for Taoist Tu Su. He would definitely lose this battle.
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