Yang Mu had not expected that no matter how hard he tried, he only got a light and breezy response from Uncle Wang.
"Bullying an old man is not good manners!"
As his voice fell, those muddy eyes suddenly moved, and from his hunched and skinny body erupted an absolute pressure.
Yang Mu, who was at the forefront, did not have time to react before feeling a heaviness in his chest and spurting out a mouthful of blood.
At the same time, he felt a pressure on his body as if the might of heaven was weighing down on him.
"Crack!"
His legs went soft, and even with his Martial Venerable strength, he could not withstand this pressure. He knelt directly on the ground.
Behind him, Yun Xianque, Fifth Sky, and the others were no exception. They instantly felt a chill down their spine and were shocked by the tremendous pressure, prostrating themselves on the ground.
The people prostrating on the ground were drenched in cold sweat.
They had never imagined that this Uncle Wang was actually hiding so deeply.
The pressure that had just erupted was no less than that of Jiang Yu they had encountered earlier. Jiang Yu was just a step away from becoming a Martial Emperor...
Which meant that the man before them,
His realm was unfathomable!
Everyone felt like they couldn't breathe.
Experiencing such a legendary elder in real life was the first time for them.
After casually subduing them, Uncle Wang resumed his original appearance, leaned on his cane, and slowly sat down at the table.
He picked up the teapot on the table, brewed a pot of tea, and slowly savored it.
Indeed.
You are still you, Uncle.
The people knelt on the ground, trembling, not even daring to breathe loudly.
"What should we do now?"
Di Wu Zhen used Voice Transmission, asking the others.
"Don't be impulsive no matter what. It seems he doesn't intend to do anything to us, otherwise we wouldn't still be alive. Stay calm." Fifth Sky glanced at the tea-drinking elder and used Voice Transmission to respond.
"Fifth Elder is right. As long as we are sincere, he should let us go." Yang Mu also transmitted his voice and said, "But the idea of buying this house will have to stop here."
"That's not necessarily the case," Di Wu Zhen transmitted his voice and said, "We were just unlucky this time kicking an iron plate. At worst we can just switch to another family."
"What Fifth Elder said makes sense. From what I know, Old Man Zhu across the street who sells pork would also be quite suitable. Moreover, I heard Zhu's family is in financial difficulties. If we give him sufficient compensation, he should be willing to sell the house." Yun Xianque analyzed and transmitted his voice.
"Alright, let's do that. After the old man lets us go, we'll go to Zhu Rong."
Everyone made up their minds.
Just then, there was a knock on the door behind them.
"Who is it?"
Uncle Wang put down the teapot, slowly walked over with his cane, and opened the door.
"Oh, it's you, Zhu Rong! Come in and sit!"
Seeing the visitor, Uncle Wang smiled and then turned back to the table to pour a cup of tea for the guest.
But Yun Xianque and the others were shocked.
This was too much of a coincidence! Speak of Zhu Rong and he arrives!
They looked over and saw Zhu Rong with a full, bushy beard. He had a sturdy figure and was only wearing a coarse vest despite the winter cold, exposing his burly chest hair.
In his left hand he carried a large rack of ribs, and in his right a butcher knife for slaughtering pigs. The bloody aura coming from his body brought tremendous pressure on Yun Xianque and the others.
What horrified them the most was the butcher knife in Zhu Rong's hand, whose invisible aura made their scalps tingle.
It was at least a Sacred weapon.
"We're in trouble again!" Seeing Zhu Rong like this, Di Wu Zhen immediately revealed a bitter and fearful smile.
"Yes, he looks even stronger than the old man. We're doomed." Yun Xianque's mouth also twisted bitterly.
For a while.
Everyone was worried.
How could there be so many powerful beings gathered in this small Pingjiang City? Any one of them brought up would be able to kill a bunch of people by farting in Nansha.
"What brings you here today?" Uncle Wang asked with a smile.
"You old geezer said you wanted to eat ribs, so here I am bringing you the leftover ribs from today's sales." Zhu Rong guffawed and threw the rack of ribs on the table. "Hey old man, bring a chopping block. Let me chop them up for you."
"Alright, thanks for the trouble."
Uncle Wang got up and brought a chopping block to Zhu Rong. Taking the block, Zhu Rong started chopping the ribs while looking at Yun Xianque and the others. "By the way, old man, what are these guys doing here?"
"Oh them? They saw this old man alone and decided to take advantage and bully me!" Uncle Wang sighed and said.
"Oh?"
A murderous aura instantly burst out from Zhu Rong as his tiger-like eyes landed on Yun Xianque and the company.
"These little brats dared to bully an elder? Unforgivable!" As he spoke, Zhu Rong kept chopping the ribs in his hand.
Seeing this, Di Wu Zhen and the others knelt on the ground turned pale. Watching Zhu Rong's butcher knife hacking down again and again, they were extremely frightened with goosebumps all over.
Di Wu Zhen was so scared that his teeth chattered. He cried out in panic, "Seniors, have mercy, have mercy! We were wrong. Please spare us!"
"Mercy? Where was your mercy when bullying the elder?"
Zhu Rong slammed the ribs heavily onto the chopping block, went over and grabbed Di Wu Zhen, holding the chilling butcher knife against his neck and scraping it back and forth.
"Ahhh I'm dead! I'm done for! I'm wrong, I'm wrong, have mercy!"
Di Wu Zhen trembled all over in extreme fear, breaking down in sobs.
"Forget it, they're just little brats. Let them go." Unable to bear the sounds of screaming like slaughtering pigs, Uncle Wang waved his hand and said.
"Get lost!"
Zhu Rong glared with his tiger eyes and shouted.
Hearing that, Di Wu Zhen and the others were overjoyed as if granted amnesty. They fled in panic instantly.
After escaping death, they didn't know what to do for a while.
"What now? Should we go back?" Yun Xianque asked with a frown.
"We have to go back," Di Wu Zhen said resentfully, not resigned to failure. "That butcher is clearly the same as us, just came earlier. He must have received blessings from our Master to become so powerful. Let's go. There's still a beef noodle shop owner here. I'll go negotiate with him."
Saying so, he walked into the beef noodle stall behind the shop.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
