Cultivation—Stand above the Heaven Chapter 153

"How could that be?"Duan Lengyan went horror-struck. Racing fiercely, her heart was ready to leap out of her chest anytime.

As was known to all, Xu Yaoting's martial capacity was hardly presentable — he was only at the initial stage. An elementary warrior like him wouldn't have what it takes to have such tough hands. Duan Lengyan boasted a fourth-level martial capacity. However, Wandong was way difficult for her to deal with. That was holy incredible!

While Duan Lengyan was stupefied out of scare, Wandong's hand was becoming astoundingly burning. It literally felt as if Duan Lengyan was holding a piece of flaming steel. The sudden pain caught her off guard and penetrated her body through and through. With an anguished cry, she let go of Wandong's hand and retreated for a few steps in spite of herself.

"Duan Lengyan, what's wrong with the Tianbao Mansion? The floor is god-damned slippery! If I had stumbled and come to harm, on your head will be it! But I suppose you will balk at the compensation for that!" Wandong vented his anger at Duan Lengyan.

Albeit ablaze with fury, Duan Lengyan was lost for words. Nothing could enable her to tell whether it was a pure accident or choreography. Compounded with the awe-inspiring technique Wandong just performed, she was not yet able to come back to herself. Hence, she had no option but leave Wandong wagging his tone freely.

In the meantime, the young pickpocket already left them behind. Now there were only a few steps left for him to finish to get free. As long as he made it, the street adjacent could act as his natural camouflage, as it was one of the busiest sections in the downtown area of Yunzhong City. Bustled with numberless pedestrians, he could easily breeze into the crowd and sneak out of this area safe and sound.

However, the youngster was about to fulfill his goal when someone arrived on the spot all of a sudden and made a sonorous cry, "You nasty thief! How dare you mess with the Tianbao Mansion!" His appearance resembled that of Death — the youngster wouldn't be able to make it this time.

Hardly had the comer's voice faded away when his tough body dashed forth. He looked literally like a determined and coldblooded vulture. A buff of gale-like airflow, formed by his waving palm, rolled the youngster up and hurled him back.

The moment the youngster landed on the ground, three blood fountains arrowed the ceiling out of his mouth. His face was ghostly pale, manifesting his severe injury. A couple of security staff members soon scrambled up and got him besieged. Under such a disadvantageous circumstance, even a pair of wings couldn't have guaranteed him a successful runaway. What a miserable wretch he was!

Wandong knitted his eyebrows. The youngster's forthcoming tragedy grieved him — the youngster encountered Wu Qiujun this time. A warrior with a second-level martial capacity of the spiritual energy as he was, today was destined to be his doomsday. Faced with Wu Qiujun, who boasted a ninth-level martial capacity, he would not be able to leave here alive come what might.

Wu Qiujun walked along, pulling a long face. His emotionless eyes foretold the tragic ending of the youngster's life. Wandong felt worried in spite of himself.

Wu Qiujun didn't relent as Wandong predicted. He waved his hand and gave his underlings a mandate, "Chop him into pieces! Feed the dog with his flesh!" He did all this without blinking his eyes as if he had been inhuman by nature. "That was f**king outrageous!"  Wandong clenched his fists. However, he decided to go further than just being angry. "Hang on!"

Wu Qiujun cast a sidelong glance at Wandong, sneering. "Little bastard, it's none of your goddamned business. Keep your mouth shut!"

Wandong flared up on hearing Wu Qiujun's reference to him. However, instead of throwing a temper tantrum, he fought back in a sarcastic tone to make a dig at him in full view, "Hey, you, my disciple…"

That was a smashing job! Wandong successfully snubbed Wu Qiujun's nose at it by reminding his loss of the duel with Wandong. Wu Qiujun felt awkward to the brim, face crimsoning. It felt like making him beaten naked in public. "Little bastard! I'm gonna put you down!" Murderous intentions flooded into Wu Qiujun's eyes, which went red forthwith. He looked fairly ferocious.

Duan Lengyan shared the irritation as well, "Xu Yaoting! You're way out of the line! You already took our gold!"

Wandong responded with a complacent smile, "Why an outburst? Yup. I was calling my disciple. Did I refer to anyone? Was your reaction a result of your impaired conscience? Any connection between my reception of your gold and my acceptance of a disciple? That's really funny!"

Chapter end