“You hypocrites only talk about etiquette and shame. Don’t tell me you’re just trying to save your face by not getting lost. You obviously want to fight with us to get a piece of the pie!”

As soon as the masked man finished speaking, the bearded-man standing beside him burst out laughing. “Every one of you cowards, is a hypocrite. It’s obvious you don’t want to give up the treasure and just want to find some ‘righteous’ reason to justify yourselves! We are not hypocrites like you, and you dare to fight us for treasure? Maybe you should take a good look at yourself in the mirror before that!”

this. He angrily pointed at the bearded man and shouted, “We are not hypocrites. You’re the

the corners of his mouth helplessly. He could already tell from Heath’s tone that he was in actual fact scared and was forcing himself to

to point at Heath’s face. “You hypocrites like to play tricks, and we, the Corpse Pavilion, have always hated you, hypocrites, the most. Hurry up and get lost if

at all. It was no different from scolding and pointing at a dog. Heath’s hands trembled slightly, and a myriad of colors flashed through his face like fireworks. The others’ expressions were similar to his while Jack’s expression was very calm from beginning to end. His eyes were fixed on the masked man and he discovered

the final stage of innate level. Jack rolled his eyes and thought to himself, Could it be that the masked man

to avoid an all-out conflict with them. Although this masked man has fallen a level, he was once at the spring-solidifying level. Surely the martial art

he knows and bring them to safety. It would be too sudden if he left by himself. Worst, they might think that he

turned black with

a step or two forward. “Overstepped the line? Don’t you know that this is

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