Snow Leopard's mocking laughter made the bald man's face darken, suddenly realizing he might have hit a tough target. But once the arrow is on the bowstring, it must be shot. If he backs down, how can he survive in this area in the future? How would his subordinates see him? Thinking of the consequences, the bald man knew there was no retreat. In the underworld, reputation weighs more than life, so he must fight to the end. With this realization, the bald man hardened his heart and said coldly, "Oh? Very well, even a dragon crossing the river must bend to me here, a descending Shan Hu must crouch before me."
"Alright, big talk is easy to say, come on, let's have a showdown," Snow Leopard said with an angry laugh, contemptuously. He stepped forward, patted Ghost Hand's shoulder, and said, "Brother, now it's my turn, don't hog all the fun, I love this kind of rough work the most, you just assist from the side."
