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The Divine Lord’s Might

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

"The eighth disciple of the Evil Sky Pavilion? Are you trying to fool me?" The leader of the white-clad men shook his head.

Zhu Honggong really disliked acting stern like his master and his Eldest Senior Brother. He was very, very exhausted.

'It's fine if you call me Fatty; I can tolerate it. After all, since I was young, I've gotten used to hearing such a word. However, how dare you say you've never heard of the eighth disciple of the Evil Sky Pavilion, the Leader of the Tigerridge Gang, and the former villainous king? I really can't tolerate this!'

Zhu Honggong turned slightly and asked, "Old Lu, can you tolerate this?"

"I can't."

"Then, can I not tolerate it anymore?"

"Your master has always shown restraint. How does he deal with people like them?" Lu Li asked.

"My master would send them flying with just one slap."

"Then, did you learn anything from your master?"