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Beard the Lion in His Den

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

"Pan Zhong is from the Clarity Sect. He only learned the Three Yin Styles. When he was kicked out of the Daoist Societies, he was afflicted by a bitter cold. He went around looking for a cure. White witchcraft could treat the bitter cold, but he was denied treatment. He bore a grudge against witchcraft ever since. However, I didn't expect him to join the Evil Sky Pavilion," Wu Sheng said.

"I don't think I'll ever be at peace if I don't kill this man."

"Let's report this first. Pan Zhong… will die in due time." Wu Sheng glanced at the Evil Sky Pavilion again. He gave an order, and the dozens of red-robed cultivators proceeded toward Tangzi Town.

The 3,000 mounted soldiers felt like they were headless flies as they followed the cultivators around. Although they were well-trained soldiers, they were still third-rate fighters compared to these cultivators.