Chapter 41: My Man, Who Dares to Move!

  At the other end of the market, there is Ling Chong's shed.

  Flickering candlelight, swaying with the cool breeze, slanted shadows twisted, shaking and trembling.

  Inside the fence, several spiritual pets are locked up, curled up their bodies and snuggled in the haystack to sleep soundly.

  "Damn it, raising a spiritual pet is really a tough job!"

  Scar's apprentice sat in a rocking chair, the chair rocked back and forth, swaying from side to side.

  He yawned, looking sleepy all over his face, stretched out his foot to kick the sharp-mouthed monkey-faced disciple, and impatiently scolded: "Go take a look, how are those little beasts doing."

  "Big, big brother......" The monkey-faced disciple gritted his teeth, rubbed his buttocks, and stood up, having just taken two steps.

  Bang!

  A dark shadow flashed out from the darkness, a wooden sword as thick as an arm, heavily smashing onto the head of that sharp-mouthed monkey-faced disciple.

  "Oh no! It hurts, it's killing me!"

  The disciples of the pointed-mouthed monkey were caught off guard, let out a miserable cry, and instantly fell to the ground, covering their faces stained with blood and wailing loudly. The miserable cries, like those of pigs being slaughtered, pierced through the quiet night, startling the spirits in the Spirit Shed, who responded with restless low growls and whimpers.

  "What's going on?"

  The scar-faced disciple suddenly woke up, sat up from the chair, and looked closely. The sharp-mouthed monkey-faced disciple was rolling on the ground, covered in blood.

  "Ahh!"

  A figure emerged from the darkness, holding a wooden sword in one hand, with eyes as round as bronze bells, shouting loudly and rushing towards me with big strides.

  The sword in his hand was still stained with blood, matching Long Hao Tian's ferocious and sinister appearance, which was extremely intimidating.

  Cheng Yaojin suddenly appeared halfway.

  The scar-faced disciple's face suddenly changed, and he was shocked to subconsciously retreat half a step, falling backwards onto the rocking chair, and then tumbling over from the rocking chair.

  "What's wrong with you, Long Hao Tian!"

  "Stand still for me!" Long Hao Tian's eyes were bloodshot, like a killing god, and without saying a word, he took a big stride forward, raised his wooden sword and chopped down heavily on the rocking chair!

  "Crack!"

  All of a sudden, there was a cracking sound.

  The rocking chair was suddenly split in two, with splinters flying everywhere.

  The scar-faced disciple saw this scene, was frightened, retreated several steps, hastily and anxiously, rolled and crawled out two zhangs away, before standing up to calm his mind.

  "You little scoundrel, you're looking for death! I haven't even settled accounts with you yet, and you're running over here to seek your own demise!" The scar-faced disciple grasped the sword hilt in one hand, drew out the sword, and his eyes flashed with a terrifying light.

  "Damn you! I'll chop you to death!"

  Long Hao Tian seemed to have gone mad, his eyes gleaming with a fierce and sinister light. His eyebrows were inverted, his hands grasped the hilt of his sword, and he kicked up a whirlwind as he leapt off the stone bench, charging straight at the gate of the Knife Scar Sect.

  "Formless Sword of Destruction!"

  Nam Mu-sword swung out a dazzling flow of shadows in the void, transformed into an arc of light, and slashed down fiercely.

  "What a powerful sword aura!"

  The scar-faced disciple was secretly shocked, and under the pressure of the moment, he raised his sword to parry and retreated.

  Bang!

  On Namu's sword, the power of tyranny came crashing down, pouring fiercely into the blade. The two collided!

  The scar-faced disciple grunted, feeling the muscles in his arm being torn apart by the overbearing force, his hands losing their strength, his right knee bent, heavily smashing onto the ground, kneeling on one knee.

  Long Hao Tian took a big step forward, his right foot heavily kicking Knife Scar's chest.

  "Pffft!"

  The scar-faced disciple spat out a mouthful of turbid air, his body flying horizontally and knocking over several stone benches, flying out more than ten feet away, lying on the ground like a dead dog.

  The scar-faced disciple's five senses were distorted, covering his chest and leaning against the stone wall to sit up, with a look of horror on his face.

  "This, this little scoundrel. Isn't he timid as a mouse and his swordsmanship extremely poor? How did he become so formidable in just one short day?"

  "Kill you!" Long Hao Tian was like a madman, the humiliation and anger in his heart bursting out at this moment, he kept waving his wooden sword, rushing forward, and beating Knife Scar's disciple mercilessly.

  "Let you bully me? Let you bully me! Beat you to death, beat you to death!"

  The wooden sword fell on the Knife Scar Brother's body like raindrops, continuously and unrelentingly.

  "Stop hitting, ouch!"

  Long Haitian refused to give up: "Keep running, stand still for me! I guarantee I won't kill you!"

  "Stop, stop hitting me! I know I was wrong!"

  The scar-faced disciple let out a miserable cry. Looking at the ferocious Long Hao Tian, he felt wave after wave of fear in his heart, and he covered his head and scurried away, crawling on the ground, hiding, and drilling into the feeding trough where Ling Xing was fed.

  "Want to throw me into the toilet pit!" Long Hao Tian grabbed his collar and pulled him out from under the food trough, throwing him heavily on the ground, and another round of chaotic chopping.

  Mo Bei, hidden in the darkness, quietly watched the scene illuminated by the candlelight, nodded slightly, and thought to himself:

  As expected, taking Hao Tian to the Demon Island for training has yielded remarkable results. Having seen blood, he is distinctly different from yesterday.

  "Hmm, his swordsmanship has improved. It seems that in the future, I'll have to leave more Iron Shell Crabs for him to practice on."

  When the scar-faced disciple was brutally beaten by Long Hao Tian, that pointed-mouthed and monkey-cheeked disciple and the remaining young man were both frightened out of their wits by Long Hao Tian's sudden and ferocious attack.

  The two of them exchanged a glance and then hastily scrambled away in a flurry.

  "Ah, you bunch of little rascals... actually abandoning me and running away! Ah, don't hit...!" Scar's disciple was on the verge of tears, his head wrapped in bandages, his butt sticking out as he covered his head, wildly fleeing around the Linglong Pavilion, finally knocking over a pile of hay to block Long Hao Tian's path, barely managing to escape and flee in disarray.

  Long Haitian held a wooden sword in his hand and made a gesture as if he wanted to chase after him.

  In the darkness, a series of footsteps suddenly rang out, from far to near, rushing over urgently.

  Out of the darkness emerged over a dozen young men, each carrying a long sword and with a fierce expression on their faces.

  "Who is this little rascal, daring to cause trouble in the mission area of my Ji family!" The leading Old Eighth Ji shouted angrily, his face full of rage.

  Long Hao Tian knew something was wrong and stopped in his tracks, not daring to chase after him again.

  That scar-faced disciple covered his bloody face, wailing and crawling to the center of the group of teenagers, hugging Old Eighth's thigh, crying and complaining: "Eighth, Eighth brother... you must stand up for me. That little brat..."

  Scar's disciple stuttered and pointed at Long Hao Tian: "It was him, he was the one who came to our Ji family's spiritual pet shed to cause trouble!"

  The old lady raised her head, taking advantage of the candlelight to take a closer look. A cold smile involuntarily appeared at the corner of her mouth: "So it's you, Long Hao Tian? Following that guy Mo Bei as his lackey?"

  "Alright, you've got a good eye," Long Hao Tian raised an eyebrow, lifted his head and pinched the wooden sword, with a sense of satisfaction that was both proud and humble, saying: "It's indeed Grandfather, what's up!"

  "Hmph, a cooked duck, still hard-mouthed until the end!" Ji Lao Ba's face turned cold with a sinister smile, his right hand waved: "Catch this little brat for me and throw him into the dung pit!"

  The old lady spoke up at this point.

  Those dozen or so young men moved in unison, thoroughly surrounding Long Hao Tian.

  Long Hao Tian gritted his teeth, his face calm and collected, his eyes wide open, glaring fiercely at the crowd, but in reality, his palms were already drenched with sweat, his heart racing wildly, so tense that his complexion turned pale without him realizing it.

  So many people, today, are probably going to be out of luck.

  The old lady saw through the weakness and sneered in her heart. She shouted: "Get up for me!"

  All the young men of the Ji family were closing in on him, just as they were about to pounce.

  "There are quite a few people after all. Is this an attempt to bully the minority with the majority?"

  In the darkness, a very familiar voice suddenly rang out.

  The crowd followed the sound source and looked towards that dark place, a figure emerged from the darkness with a three-foot green peak on his back, walking slowly out of the darkness, calm in expression, with flashes of sharpness in his eyes.

  He exuded a sharp and fierce aura, his eyes were piercing, and an invisible pressure emanated from him, making everyone's heart tremble with fear.

  This fierce and powerful momentum thoroughly intimidated everyone.

  Who else could it be besides Mo Bei?

  The old lady's face suddenly turned extremely ugly, iron-green beyond compare.

  Long Hao Tian's eyes widened, unable to conceal the excitement in his heart, transforming from tension, fear, and unease to intense surprise.

  This heaven and earth difference, huge emotional fluctuations, made Long Hao Tian almost cry out loud.

  Long Hao Tian rushed to Mo Bei's side, excitedly incoherent: "Big, big brother how are you here?"

  Mo's icy gaze swept slowly across all the Ji family disciples present, falling on each person's face, and calmly said: "My people, are they also ones you can bully?"

  "Old Eighth's face changed, his expression unpredictable as he glared at Mo Bei and shouted: 'It was this little brat who didn't know how to behave properly, first coming to my Ji family's ancestral shrine to cause trouble.'"

  Mo Bei heard this and smiled without confirming or denying it, his expression calm as he said, "What of it?"

  As soon as this statement came out, a tyrannical aura burst forth in an instant, rising rapidly. The sharpness of his gaze was like a sharp blade, piercing into people's hearts and leaving them breathless.

  The old lady was so angry that she couldn't utter a single word, her face turned purple with rage.

  The old lady's face was twisted with anger, just as she was about to say something, her eyes suddenly fell on Mo Bei's sword.

  The sword was drawn from its scabbard, humming softly as it reflected the flickering candlelight, emitting a sharp and piercing glow that seemed to emanate a cold and sinister killing intent, enveloping Old Eight completely.

  For some reason, Old Eighth's heart skipped a beat, his breath weakened slightly, and he became much clearer-headed.

  Several thoughts flashed through his mind one after another.

  The little brat in front of me is none other than Blood Demon! The Blood Demon who has killed countless people!

  Whether it's insight or strength, both must far surpass oneself!

  If he really gets angry, Ji Wubing will no longer be here, and once he goes into a rage, opening up a killing spree, who among those present can stop him?

  Thinking of this, Old Eighth Ji's body stiffened involuntarily, and a chill crept out from the depths of his heart, spreading throughout his entire body.

  "Good!" Ji Lao Ba suppressed the fear and terror in his heart, his face turned pale, and he glared at Long Hao Tian with a fierce gaze, uttering a menacing phrase: "You're quite bold! One day, wait for Brother Ji Wubing to pay you a visit!"

  "Eight Brother, Eight Brother! Are we just going to let that little brat get away like this?"

  Didn't even let him finish speaking.

  "Bang!"

  A crisp slapping sound rang out, and Old Ji slapped the scar-faced young man's face with a loud crack. "Shut up for me!" he bellowed in extreme anger.

  The scar-faced disciple spat out a mouthful of saliva, which was mixed with fresh blood and broken teeth. He stumbled and fell to the ground, his right cheek showing a clear, bright red palm print. His expression was dull and he couldn't come back to himself for half a moment.

  "Hmph, don't bother seeing me off!" Long Hao Tian rubbed his nose with his thumb and raised his chin. With Mo Bei present, he was fearless and proudly said: "That Ji Wu Bing is nothing, our boss can take him on anytime!"