The red-haired man was at an absolute disadvantage against everyone’s attacks, especially with the pressure of Dong Mingyu’s divine assassination arts. 

Adding on Long Chen’s taunt, his nose almost bent out of shape from rage. He cursed, “Shameless human race, all you know how to do is bully others with numbers! If you have the guts, come and fight me alone!”

“Me? Give up. Fighting you would be like beating a child to me. I’d feel bad bullying you like that. If I accidentally killed you with one slap, there would be nothing to play with. You should stop chattering and unleash your strongest trump card, or you won’t have a chance once you’re dead,” said Long Chen disdainfully.

“Boss, why not kill him? If you could do a soulsearch, we would know more of their secrets. This fellow must be someone important,” suggested Guo Ran.

“Impossible. This fellow is just a split body. If he loses, he will just be called back by his true body, or he will choose...