C922 These little devils were all bastards!

That night, a dozen or so people walked with solemn expressions to the South Sea Immortal Gate and stopped in their tracks.

Above the mountain gate, the words' sick man of East Asia 'were so glaring that it made everyone clench their teeth in anger.

The one in the lead was an old man of around fifty to sixty years of age. He was skinny and weak, as if he could topple any one of the trees in the world by just a gust of wind. However, his eyes shone brightly.

It was as if this weak old man had the illusion of a fierce tiger.

Behind him followed a well-built man. There was also a girl around sixteen to seventeen years old. She was extremely beautiful, with a pair of bright eyes that were very attractive.

Amongst the man, there was a man that Zhang Dongcheng had seen before. It was Wang Yang Bing who gave Zhang Dongcheng a piece of jade worth two hundred million during the Artifact Collection.

Guarding under the words' sick man of East Asia 'were four dejected men with wounds all over their bodies. It was as if they had been whipped. As soon as they saw this old man, they immediately rushed over.

"The disciples of the South Sea Immortal Gate greet the Sovereign of the Green Mountain Sect!"

The few men respectfully said as they knelt on one knee.

"East Asian sick man, East Asian sick man!" I didn't expect that after 70 years, this sign would once again hang China's land! Your South Sea Immortal Gate will let this token hang here. If you want to match China, then you have to do it to your ancestors! "Ahhh!"

The old man flew into a rage. Although he was not tall, his imposing manner was like a mountain pressing down on their heads, causing them to be unable to even raise their heads.

"Ancestor Qingshan, we don't want to either!" Master was injured by the Lysimachia chinensis Thunb and he was unconscious, we were beaten until we were beaten to death, we could not help that! "

Several men cried as they spoke, revealing the wounds from the whips.

"If the Lysimachia chinensis Thunb wants to suppress my Green Mountain Sect, even if I die, the entire Green Mountain Sect will perish. I won't let them hang this sign!" "You …"

Forefather Qingshan no longer looked at these South Sea Immortal Sect disciples who were afraid of death, and walked in.

His eyes were filled with fury. This time, he had come to compete against Lysimachia chinensis Thunb!

"Ancestor Qingshan, you should be careful. The Lysimachia chinensis Thunb is extremely strong, and just now, they entered eight sects and lost seven. They …" Someone said while sobbing.

Ancestor Qingshan turned a deaf ear and just led his disciples forward with large strides. Not long after, they arrived at the training field of the South Sea Immortal Gate.

A beam of sword light flashed through the air, knocking down the last man who could stand. The man staggered back as his chest clothes were cut open by the sharp blade. There was a deep knife wound on his abdomen, blood spilling everywhere!

"Haha, we've lost another sect!" As expected, those pigs are all trash! " Noguchi shouted excitedly on the field, his eyes filled with disdain.

"Heh heh, even with over a dozen people from the sect attacking us, the Liusheng Sword Hero, we were still defeated miserably, without even getting a chance to touch his clothes! Zhina? Hehe, a bunch of trash! " The head of the Black Dragon Council also laughed coldly, looking extremely arrogant.

An extremely resentful gaze was revealed in the eyes of the dozen plus people lying on the ground. They struggled to stand up, but no matter how hard they tried, they were unable to get back up.

Lysimachia chinensis Thunb was expressionless. He only stared at the blood droplet on the sword tip and blew at it, causing it to fall to the ground, creating a flower of blood. He then stared at the people on the stage and spoke in Chinese: "You have lost. Now, it's time to fulfill the obligations of a loser! "

"Little bastard, this daddy will fight it out with you!"

The last man to fall, disregarding his grievously injured abdomen, crawled up and pounced towards Lysimachia chinensis Thunb. Blood spurted out from his abdomen and dripped onto the land of Hua Xia.

"An ant trying to shake a tree, you overestimate yourself!" The Lysimachia chinensis Thunb said in disdain, but he suddenly punched out, causing ripples in the air. The man screamed and flew out, falling onto the ground, his ribs were broken, he couldn't even crawl back up.

"If these people fail but do not fulfill their obligations, then don't blame me for being impolite! "Men! Capture all of them one by one! I want to use my katana to carve the words' sick man from East Asia 'onto their chests!"

Hearing the Lysimachia chinensis Thunb's words, a dozen or so people of the Black Dragon Guild loudly agreed and strode over, wanting to grab everyone.

And these people were severely injured; how could they possibly bear such heavy injuries? They were about to be cut down with the most humiliating words by the shiny katana!

On the other side, there were more than a hundred disciples and sect heads from the other seven sects who had failed. However, they were all stripped naked and had the words' sick man from East Asia 'engraved on their chests.

"Stop!"

A stern shout came from not too far away. Patriarch Qingshan's face was as calm as water as he brought his disciples into the arena.

"Oh? You're here to send me off again? " Noguchi said with a smile that did not reach his eyes, his face full of contempt.

"There are a lot of people in China after all. This Daoist Cultivator's strength far surpasses my imagination. Hehe, our empire is still stronger!" The Black Dragon Guild's hall master also chuckled, his laughter filled with ridicule.

"Who are you?!" Lysimachia chinensis Thunb's gaze did not waver, as if no matter how many people appeared, they were nothing more than a chicken or dog.

"I am Green Mountain Sect's Huo Zhentang! "I am here to seek your advice!"

Before Patriarch Qingshan could say anything, an extremely tall and muscular man jumped over and said proudly.

Huo Zhentang, Qingshan Sect's Eldest Disciple, was extremely famous among the Taoist cultivators of Hua Xia. This caused the hundreds of failed experts to raise their heads again, hope appearing in their eyes once more.

Lysimachia chinensis Thunb's face was full of disdain. He glared at Huo Zhentang and said stiffly, "Your strength is not bad, but you're not my opponent. If you want to fight me, do you think clearly?"

"Hehe, what is there to be clear about? Wait until I beat you up to the point that you're pissing your pants, I'll ask if you're clear or not!" Huo Zhentang had a fiery temper and had long lost his patience. He didn't have the heart to chat with this bastard and would decide everything on the stage!

"Eight!" "Brat, do you think you have won for sure?" Hei Chuan cursed loudly. Even his winning streak had made him lose his mind.

"So many people lost, who do you think you are? If you want to challenge it, that's fine. But if you lose, that means you have to carve words on your chest. Many people from the Black Dragon Guild also began to shout.

"Accept, I accept!" However, if he loses, I want him to carve little devils on his face. Can you accept that? " Huo Zhentang shouted!