Cultivation—Stand above the Heaven Chapter 169

Wandong figured out Duan Lengyan's intention right away. He sneered and struck a dressing down on her and her martial master.

"There's no need to gloss it over. He doesn't have balls! Just admit it! Don't bother to find any excuse, okay?"

Being a lady, Duan Lengyan was no equal of Wandong in terms of cursing.

Compounded with her previous losses to Wandong, Duan Lengyan didn't care to reason with Wandong anymore. Hence, she winked a signal to Wu Qiujun to make him hold the horses.

"Old dog, will you throw some light upon my puzzle? Tell me who is the martial master and who the disciple? It seems that the truth is the other way round. How come your disciple dictates to you? Why did you get off the high horse? Didn't you say you could kill anyone as you want? Why did you give up the ship so quickly?"

"Goddamned lad, you're way out of the line!"

The helpless feeling of indignation plagued Wu Qiujun to the utmost. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so quick with his tongue.

Wu Qiujun made a fool of himself by saying that.

Wandong couldn't help but let out waves of laughter.

"You Tiezhan guys are truly shameless! You did a blunder to put the blame on your victim! It was you who injured others! It was you again who killed! How dare you warn me against getting out of the line? Old dog! Are you nuts?"

Another round of curses broke out from the crowd. Wu Qiujun would have long been strafed to death if the Qingyun warriors' eyes had been cannons.

"Childe Xu, please do avenge our empire! The Tiezhan old dog is really a detestable curse! He slighted our Qingyun Empire to the core! We must bring him to justice! Otherwise, it would be a terrible disgrace to our empire!"

"You do crave the visit of Death!"

Wu Qiujun had long been holding back his anger and waiting for an opportunity to vent it. Hardly had the crowd calmed down when Wu Qiujun plunged his right palm forth.

He was truly venomous — his relentless force took away the life of several Qingyun warriors again just in a twinkling of an eye.

"Wu Qiujun, go and die!"

Wandong flew into a rage forthwith. He mobilized his Taoist energy and punched at Wu Qiujun's chest.

Wu Qiujun sneered and countered Wandong with his palm as well. Their palms crashed into one other in the air; Wandong made a sudden pause and staggered backward for a few steps.

There was a considerably wide gap between Wandong and Wu Qiujun's martial competences. Wandong didn't stand a chance to hurt Wu Qiujun, granted he brought the Taoist energy into full play.

However, in the meantime, Wu Qiujun was disrupted by Wandong's striking progress. He found it rather weird — how did he manage to have improved to such a surprising degree? It went way beyond his expectation. He even doubted whether Wandong had been keeping away his capacity from him. The more Wu Qiujun dwelled on the puzzle, the more unfathomable Wandong seemed to be.

"Heh. Damned lad. I might have to think twice before I put you away. However, I can kill them without hesitation. Believe it or not, I can, by all means, kill them one after another in your presence. And you, you can only watch me helplessly."

Wu Qiujun killed, again and again, exacerbating the onlookers' fury to the utmost. Each of them got prepared — swords out and steps forth. They were ready to dash up and fight Wu Qiujun.

"Dudes! We can't allow ourselves to be bullied by the old dog! Let's join hands and kill him!"

Wu Qiujun stayed rather composed. He waved his hand to the Tianbao security guys. They all scrambled up and glared at the Qingyun warriors.

Standing high on the stage, Wu Qiujun looked ghastly grim, "Good! Then come at me! I'm gonna launch a massacre today!"

Apparently, Wu Qiujun had no scruples.

Wandong felt dreadfully furious — Bai Zhenshan the Emperor must have been insane. Otherwise, he wouldn't have privileged the Tianbao Mansion to throw its weight about to such an outrageous degree. He shouldn't have lowered himself and the Qingyun Empire simply for the sake of the blood steel.

By extension, Bai Zhenshan must have been a fatuous emperor for long, be him in a decent or invalid condition.

Chapter end