Chapter 2296


    Over at the hill, two parties were preparing for battle. There were six of them in total-three from the


    Thousand Leaves Pavilion, and another three from the Corpse Pavilion. Byron was leading the Thousand Leaves Pavilion, he remembered that


    Byron was a decent disciple of Thousand Leaved Pavilion, his ranking in the n was pretty high.


    Fane''s only impression of Zamian was from their previous quarrel. From what he knew, he was just a lickspittle, always lingering around masked


    man. kissing and wiping his a*s.


    You would probably need to have a decent amount of power in order to be the masked man''s bootlicker. The disciples of Corpse Pavilion who were


    under the reign of the masked man at the time were pretty respectful toward Zamian. Even though Zamian was not one of the chosen disciples, his


    position within the internal disciple was still reasonably high.


    Fane thought to himself and turned his head toward Hayden, "Do you guys know Zamian Ness?"


    Upon hearing that, the three men paused in sync. Hayden looked at Fane with a knowing eye, "Can''t believe junior Fane knows of Zamian too.”


    Fane nodded, "As I mentioned earlier, both the Corpse Pavilion and I have grudges against each other. I know some of them who were of higher


    ranks. You


    know what they said about knowing yourself and your enemy."


    That was just an excuse given by Fane. Whether or not Hayden believed him was not of importance. His only objective was finding out the identity of


    Zamian Ness.


    Hayden chuckled lightly, his eyes glued onto Fane. " Zamian is one of the internal disciples of Corpse Pavilion. I heard he ranked first amongst the


    internal disciples, he had some impressive skills as well.”


    Fane frowned.upon hearing that. It


    was within his‘expectation, he


    thought Zamian was atthe very


    least a chosen disciple, buthe =<


    apparefitly had not reached the


    sta ndards of a chosen disciple


    yethe was just a mere intefnal


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    No wonder their conflicts were mostly just harmless quarrels. If one party were to overpower another, it would have been an actual battle instead of


    arguments.


    Fury thrummes. through Byron''s


    veins as if héwas going to tear


    Zamian. “Bespicable rat, you


    exceedet my expectations of yo


    knew you''re a piece of sh*t, but


    didn‘tknow you''d stood as lew as a


    maggot!”


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    Zamian snickered nonchntly, he waspletely unaffected by Byron''s words. It was as if nothing Byron said would ever have an effect on him


    Byron was huffed and puffed, his whole being, shook in raw anger. "There''s no way I''m giving you the corpse flower!”


    Zamian''s brows furrowed, his eyes were aze with mes. "Are you saying you want to duke it out?”


    Byron hummed coldly, "If you say so. We''ll settle everything at once!"


    The reason he said that was because he remembered-if it was not for the sudden shift of space, the five men would have died under the men that the


    masked man led


    Zamian chuckled nonchntly, "As I


    said, this corpse flower is mine! If


    you wishto die under me, I''ll grant it


    Don''t forget, my menareona


    winning strike, you three on thes”


    other Rand: either injured physically


    ordrained of true energy. You''ll


    néver beat us!" Content betongs to


    Byron bit the inside of his cheeks in anger, his face paled. Zamian was not wrong, the three of them were spent after the previous battle.


    They were indeed no match for him, but they refused to give up on the corpse flower they attained with their sweat and blood. It was humiliating, to


    say the least.