Ma Tianxiong shook his head in pain: "Do you think our Ma family didn't lose troops and generals in order to deal with him?"
"A great master died tragically, and my deputy head became a useless person."
"Because of this, he has been completely embarrassed in front of the world. We can't wait to skin him and cramp him, and then kill him quickly..."
"That's enough! I don't want to hear any more of this nonsense!"
The mysterious man in the cloak suddenly burst into a vicious roar, and his whole body looked like an enraged beast.
"What I need now is your sincerity!"
"If you, the Ma family, don't have the ability to capture that bastard Lu Fan alive, then just tell us where he is now, and we will do it ourselves without any trouble from the Ma family!"
Standing next to the mysterious man in the cloak was a middle-aged man with a gloomy face. This man's temples were bulging high, and his eyes were as cold as the winter of the twelfth lunar month.
Suddenly, the middle-aged man moved towards Ma Tianxiong with a fierce look in his eyes!
Ma Tianxiong's expression showed no disapproval at all. He looked at Meng Tianzun and Ouyang Honghai and sighed.
"Sir, please go back." A woman's hoarse voice, which spoke extremely poor Chinese, suddenly sounded in the hall.
Next to the screen behind Ma Tianxiong, there stood a bald woman wearing a black robe. Tattoos covered her entire head from her neck. Even in her eyes, you could see a hint of ferocious dark blue!
She just stood there quietly. Even among the experts in the room, no one knew when she appeared. It was as if she had always been standing there, but she just didn't want others to notice.
"Whoever moves will die."
The tattooed woman's voice was extremely hoarse and gloomy, as if coming from the Netherworld, an evil spirit howling.
The atmosphere in the meeting hall suddenly became extremely quiet. It was a kind of silence before the horror came. It was so dull that even breathing seemed to be forgotten.
"Hmph!" The middle-aged man with bulging temples looked obviously unconvinced and looked at the tattooed woman standing next to the screen with cold eyes.
"Forget it, since the great revenge has not been avenged, we don't want to fight among ourselves." The man in the cloak shook his head.
He could feel the terror of the tattooed woman. At the very least, a room full of people tied together was no match for her alone.
"Coach Ouyang, please don't doubt the sincerity of my Ma family. Well, I need to introduce it to you solemnly."
Ma Tianxiong stood up and looked at the tattooed woman behind him: "This is the well-known wizard in the Southeast Asian wizarding world, known as the first sect of the head-down master, the current sect leader of the Salo Sect, the evil god-level head-down master, Wuntaklin!"
Anhui Taklin?
The Southwest sect headed by Meng Tianzun had a flash of doubt in their eyes after hearing this name. Some of their sects live in Southeast Asia all year round, looking for scarce poisons, and they seem to have some impression of this name.
"Wantaklin!"
Meng Tianzun's eyes froze, as if he had thought of this person's origin!
"You, you actually invited the Evil God Wuntaklin here to deal with Lu Fan?"
After all, Meng Tianzun is the head of the Ghost Medical Sect among the three sects, and he is also the head of the largest medical sect in the Southwest.
His vision and knowledge are much broader than those of others present.
Especially this Anhui Taklin! In the early years, there were many wilderness areas in the southwest, where miasmas and poisons were rampant. The people's living environment was harsh and they were plagued by miasmas and poisons.
Then there was a group of doctors who broke into these dangerous places alone to find ways to break the miasma and poisons. This was the prototype of the ghost medicine sect.
Even though the Ghost Doctor Sect is known as one of the three sects, the ancient books of the sects still retain the experiences and notes recorded by the ancestors of these sects in the most dangerous places with poison and miasma, and refined them into evil spirits.
The poison medicine technique has become the treasure of the ghost doctor sect.
Meng Tianzun himself is an extremely skilled poison user, so how could he not have heard of Wuntaklin, the evil god-level wizard and poison master who is famous in the head-dropping world in Southeast Asia?
"Meng Tianzun, let's be honest, the Evil God Wantakelin, like us, regards Lu Fan as her lifelong enemy. She came to Jinling this time because she received news that Lu Fan will come to Jinling soon.
This is our best chance to join forces and eradicate this guy in one fell swoop."
Ma Tianxiong said with a smile: "I hope everyone here can put aside their past resentments and work together to achieve our wishes in the shortest possible time."
"You mean, after Lu Fan escaped from Jinling, he still dared to come back?"
Meng Tianzun looked at Wuntaklin with a dark look in his eyes: "Is this news serious?"
"This son has my blood puppet next to him, and his every move cannot escape my eyes."
Anhui Takelin said in a hoarse voice: "And I have already formulated a foolproof siege plan. The head of the Ma family has promised to cooperate with me. I will let Lu Fan die in front of you in the most cruel way in the world."