Chapter 13: The Giant Sword Youth (2)

  But a scene like today's where both sides have more than 20 people is really rare. The attraction immediately doubles!

  As he watched the crowd gather, Sun Zhi, surrounded by nearly a thousand people, felt a thrill of excitement. With thirteen men on his side and only nine on the other, they wouldn't be at a disadvantage whether it was a one-on-one or a group fight. Thinking this, Sun Zhi gave Pang Hai a sinister smile.

  Pang Hai saw that the eight people beside him were trembling, their eyes retreating in fear. His heart skipped a beat! He turned around and shouted loudly: "Are you guys scared? Have you forgotten how they usually bully us? Today, although we have fewer people than them, but with similar cultivation levels, who wins or loses is still uncertain! When heroes meet on a narrow road, the brave one wins!"

  As they listened to Pang Hai's somewhat inflammatory words, the eyes of the eight people behind him turned blood red as they gazed at Sun Zhi and the others. The scenes of past grievances appeared in their minds, and the humiliation that had been etched into their hearts made their blood boil instantly! Their breathing became rapid. Their eyes flashed with a fierce light that seemed to be searching for someone to devour.

  Seeing the expressions of the eight people, Pang Hai turned around with great satisfaction, and a murderous intent flashed in his small eyes. The originally somewhat cute chubby face immediately became ferocious and fierce.

  As soon as they were swept by the murderous gaze of Pang Hai and others, Sun Zhi's eyes suddenly narrowed. The originally excited mood seemed to be shrouded in a layer of gloom.

  Pang Hai clumsily drew out the long sword from behind his back, pointing it straight at Sun Zhi. He shouted: "One-on-one or group fight? Grandpas will accompany you!"

  "Let's keep you company, grandpas!" The eight men behind Pang Hai simultaneously drew their long swords and shouted with ferocious faces.

  Sun Zhi and others unconsciously took a step back, then a burst of laughter suddenly came from the crowd around them. Sun Zhi felt extremely humiliated, turned his head and shouted loudly: "Are you afraid of these poor people who used to fawn on us? If not, pick up the sword in your hand and follow me to teach them a lesson." As soon as he finished speaking, he drew out the long sword behind him, pointing it straight at Pang Hai.

  The twelve people behind Sun Zhi looked at each other, seeing the ferocity in each other's eyes. At the same time, they drew out their long swords from behind and shouted loudly: "Come on then, who's afraid of whom?"

  The war broke out at once! Just then.

  "You scoundrels, who allowed you to turn against each other? Do you all want to be expelled from the sect?" A majestic voice filled with authority echoed above the crowd.

  Thousands of outer sect disciples looked up at the same time, looking up, only to see Chen Zhong, the law enforcement elder of Jie Lü Tang, standing in mid-air, his aura full of majesty.

  Although Pang Hai was forced by Chen Zhong's momentum, he still said in a clear and powerful tone: "Master Chen, it's not that we're looking for trouble, but Sun Zhi and the others have been too arrogant! Today, I beg Master to allow us to settle our personal grievances."

  Chen Zhong had been outside the gate for one hundred and fifty years, of course, he understood the grudges between the wealthy families and the poor disciples. In the past when they were bullied, it was always those poor disciples who pitied themselves, endured in silence. As the head of the Precepts Hall, although he wanted to intervene, as long as there was a difference between rich and poor, this would never be cut off, besides, this could also be considered a process of refining one's heart.